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"Monsters of the Asteroid" is a science fiction novel written by Ray Cummings. This novel, first serialized in "Astounding Stories" in 1931, was later published as a book in 1932. The novel belongs to the space opera subgenre, a popular science fiction style that often features grand adventure, space travel, and epic battles.
Ray Cummings is known for his imaginative and fast-paced storytelling, contributing significantly to the era of pulp science fiction. If you enjoy classic space operas with thrilling adventures and imaginative concepts, Monster of the Asteroids is also an interesting read.

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Summary
The amazing thing began that summer evening of 1965 while I was sitting with Dora Franklin on the third ramp at the crossroads, listening to the outdoor public-music. We were on the fringe of the crowd in a secluded little place where there was a small bench under the overhanging branches of a tree. It was a romantic scene with the audience seated in crescent rows under the strings of colored tubelights. My arm went around Dora, with her head against my shoulder as we listened to the soft exotic music.