Suddenly it was there. There wasn't time to blank or speak or get scared. Click

Hathaway's camera was loaded and he stood there listening to a rack spin film

between his fingers and he knew he was getting a damn sweet picture of

everything that was happening. The picture of Martin again hunched hewn

over the control console, wrenching levers, jamming studs with freckled fists and

out in the dark of the four-part there was space and a star sprinkling in this

meteor coming like blazing fury. Click Hathaway felt the ship move under him

like a sensitive animal's skin and then the meteor hit. It made a spite fist

and knocked the rear jets flat and the ship spun like a cosmic merry-go-round.

Holy cow that is some high octane action coming right at you immediately. Yeah that

is Ray Breberry's the monster maker and he ain't playing. He is not. He's

holding onto the story like like it's holding it under him like it's a sensitive

animal skin. When I read that I thought hey I'm I made that comparison a week

ago and I got in trouble. How come Ray Breberry gets away with it. This was a

funny suggestion this story to get because we put it out there on social media.

Hey we're thinking about some monster maker stories this summer. Any

suggestions and the user Aniko wrote the monster maker by Ray Breberry. Oh yeah

literally if I did Google monster makers that might have come up but thank you

for that because you could have been much more sarcastic in the way that you

phrased it. I don't know maybe the monster maker actually looked back and

realized that Aniko also suggested the story's marches for Dracula's by Ambrose

Beers and creatures from the black lezune by Voltaire. Oh wow. So we've been

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