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The Throg task force struck the Terran Survey camp a few minutes after dawn, without warning, and with a deadly precision which argued that the aliens had fully reconnoitered and prepared that attack. Eye-searing lances of energy lashed back and forth across the base with methodical accuracy. And a single cowering witness, flattened on a ledge in the heights above, knew that when the last of those yellow-red bolts fell, nothing human would be left alive down there. His teeth closed hard upon the thick stuff of the sleeve covering his thin forearm, and in his throat a scream of terror and rage was stillborn. More than caution kept. | feedboo is Storm Over Warlock Norton Andre Alice Published 1960 Categorie s Fiction Science Fiction Source http 1 About Norton Andre Alice Norton February 17 1912 - March 17 2005 science fiction and fantasy author with some works of historical fiction and contemporary fiction was born Alice Mary Norton in Cleveland Ohio in the United States. She published her first novel in 1934. She was the first woman to receive the Gandalf Grand Master Award from the World Science Fiction Society in 1977 and she won the Damon Knight Memorial Grand Master Award from the SFWA in 1983. She wrote under the noms de plume Andre Norton Andrew North and Allen Weston. Source Wikipedia Also available on Feedbooks for Norton The Time Traders 1958 Galactic Derelict 1959 Key out of Time 1963 Star Born 1957 Plague Ship 1956 Star Hunter 1961 The Defiant Agents 1962 All Cats Are Gray 1953 Rebel Spurs 1962 Voodoo Planet 1959 Copyright Please read the legal notice included in this e-book and or check the copyright status in your country. Note This book is brought to you by Feedbooks http Strictly for personal use do not use this file for commercial purposes. 2 Chapter 1 Disaster The Throg task force struck the Terran Survey camp a few minutes after dawn without warning and with a deadly precision which argued that the aliens had fully reconnoitered and prepared that attack. Eye-searing lances of energy lashed back and forth across the base with methodical accuracy. And a single cowering witness flattened on a ledge in the heights above knew that when the last of those yellow-red bolts fell nothing human would be left alive down there. His teeth closed hard upon the thick stuff of the sleeve covering his thin forearm and in his throat a scream of terror and rage was stillborn. More than caution kept him pinned on that narrow shelf of rock. Watching that holocaust below Shann Lantee could not force himself to move. The sheer ruthlessness of the Throg move-in .