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Not Fit For Children
Not Fit For Children
Not Fit For Children
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Not Fit For Children

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Trading with the natives was like taking candy from a kid—but which were the natives?

Evelyn E. Smith is best known as the author of the Miss Melville mysteries. From 1952 to 1969 she wrote dozens of science fiction and fantasy short stories that appeared in magazines such as The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, Galaxy, Super Science Fiction, and Fantastic Universe. Her stories were witty, well written, often humorous, and always unforgettable.
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Release dateApr 20, 2021
ISBN9781515450054
Not Fit For Children
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Evelyn E. Smith

Evelyn E. Smith (25 July 1922 – 4 July 2000) was an American writer of science fiction and mysteries, as well as a compiler of crossword puzzles.

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    Not Fit For Children - Evelyn E. Smith

    Not Fit for Children

    by Evelyn E. Smith

    ©2021 Positronic Publishing

    Not Fit for Children is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales or institutions is entirely coincidental.

    All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission except for brief quotations for review purposes only.

    E-book ISBN 13: 978-1-5154-5005-4

    Not Fit for Children

    Trading with the natives was like taking candy from a kid—but which were the natives?

    Ppon lowered himself hastily to the orlop and ran toward me. Hurry up, Qan! he projected on a sub-level, trying to escape my mother’s consciousness. They’re coming! All the others are up already.

    Who’s coming? my mother wanted to know, but her full interest was absorbed by her work, and she gave us only the side of her mind.

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