Fire on the Moon. V. J. Banis

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      FIRE ON THE MOON

      A NOVEL OF TERROR

      V. J. BANIS

      BORGO PRESS BOOKS BY VICTOR J. BANIS

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      COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

      Copyright © 1973, 2012 by Victor J. Banis

      Originally published as Moon Fire under the pen name, Lynn Benedict

      Published by Wildside Press LLC

      www.wildsidebooks.com

      DEDICATION

      I am deeply indebted to my friend, Heather, for all the help she has given me in getting these early works of mine reissued.

      And I am grateful as well to Rob Reginald, for all his assistance and support.

      CHAPTER ONE

      I suppose the moment I stepped from the plane in the Lisbon airport, I should have had a premonition that I wasn’t going to have the perfect vacation to which I had so long looked forward. Carlotta was not at the airport when I arrived, and the weather was unseasonably gloomy and dismal, the sky ominously dark and threatening rain—an unusual phenomenon, I learned later, for a Portuguese May.

      But I had no such premonition. I was too excited to think about dreary weather, and my parents had warned me that Carlotta was prone to absent-mindedness. So the slight disappointments went by me almost unnoticed.

      I doubt if anything could have succeeded in dampening my spirits then. I was far too happy. This was my first trip to Europe, my first trip anywhere for that matter, and minor disappointments could not overcome my excitement.

      I’d spent most of the flight imagining myself lolling on Carlotta’s terrace, watching the Atlantic wash its beaches in preparation for the swarm of tourists due later in the month. I thought it was to be a dream vacation with Aunt Carlotta.

      I joined the rest of the passengers from the plane in boarding the little buses that waited to take us to the customs shed. I kept peering out of the bus window to see if I could catch a glimpse of Carlotta’s face among those waiting on the other side of the fence.

      She wasn’t there, but taking the dismal weather into consideration, I couldn’t blame her for not standing out in the cold. She was most likely inside the terminal waiting for me to get through the business of customs. Any sensible person would be, I thought. But of course, I already knew, Carlotta wasn’t always sensible.

      I paused in the crush of passengers beside the customs barrier and strained to look over their heads to see if Carlotta was in the terminal beyond. I didn’t see her; but not seeing her still did not disturb me much. I knew my parents were right; Carlotta was a bit scatterbrained—if not downright irresponsible at times—so I guess subconsciously I was prepared for the possibility of her having forgotten my arrival time.

      Oh, she would not forget about my arriving, but she just might get the times mixed up. Knowing her, she would—sooner or later—come rushing into the terminal all out of breath, make a simple apology, and that would be that.

      She wouldn’t go on and on apologizing until her apology became artificial. There was nothing artificial about Carlotta. She was sometimes thoughtless, flighty, illogical, yet her common sense and sound advice had helped me СКАЧАТЬ