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This is a science fiction novel published in 1951 by Dwight V. Swain.
Dwight V. Swain was an American author and creative novelist, best known for his guidance on his original novels. The most famous of his books is "Techniques of the Selling Writer," which provides practical and effective advice for novel writers. Swain is also known as an author who has written on a variety of topics related to creative fiction.
His work is primarily known for its guidance and technical approach to creative fiction, especially genre fiction, providing writers with helpful content on character development, plot structure, and dialogue writing.
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Summary
They got the great silver ship's hatches pried open, finally, and dragged Shane out by his heels. They dumped him on his face in the gravel and cinders of the ramp like a pole-axed huecco.
He wasn't a particularly big man, as men came out here in the spaceways. But there was a spare, hard quality to his close-knit body, and the old scars that marked him told of forgotten battles, bitter fights to the death with no quarter asked or given. Strange suns had burnt him dark as a Malya. Mercury's blazing sands, the high deserts of Mars, had dulled the crisp brown of his hair. Faint bluish pockmarks along his left cheek bespoke Pluto and the ice-things that dwelt there.