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Stanley Mullen
Stanley Mullen was an American science fiction and fantasy writer, active primarily in the 1940s and 1950s. He is best known for his novel "Kinsmen of the Dragon" (1951), which blends science fiction and fantasy elements in a story of ancient Martian civilizations. Mullen also contributed numerous short stories to pulp magazines like "Weird Tales" and "Planet Stories", where his work was noted for its imaginative, sometimes surreal, style. In addition to writing, Mullen was an artist and publisher, founding Gorgon Press, which released some of his own fiction and other genre works.
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In Venusport, on payday-night, it is difficult to tell for certain where the town leaves off and the pink elephants begin. It is difficult to tell about other things, too. Spud Newlin had heard that a man could sometimes get rich overnight just tending bar on such occasions, and he was putting the rumor to the test. Not many bartenders had lasted long enough to find out. The night had had a good start....
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t was Charley's fault, of course; all of it.... Temperature outside was a rough 280 degrees F., which is plenty rough and about three degrees cooler than Hell. It was somewhere over the Lunar Appenines and the sun bored down from an airless sky like an unshielded atomic furnace. The thermal adjustors whined and snarled and clogged-up until the inside of the space sled was just bearable. Tod Denver...
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