by Basil Wells. From Cosmic Science Fiction, Volume 1, Number 3, May 1941. The barbarian rode out of the wilds to capture one of the little demons whose eyes flashed fire. ARIS CX13 perched precariously atop a gleaming white boulder as she watched the strange rider's approach. A ferocious shaggy gray pack of wolfish grals clawed futilely at the rock's smooth base, fighting to gorge their gaunt bellies on her tender flesh. Her scanty black tunic hung in ribbons, shredded by clawing blanches as she had raced to escape their keen fangs long hours before, and her long raven hair streamed unbound Continue reading