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" The War-Nymphs of Venus " is one of Ray Cummings' novels, first published in 1930, and is a science fiction novel. The novel deals with various elements such as war, romance, and space travel.
Ray Cummings is known as an American science fiction writer who worked from 1887 to 1957. He wrote works in a variety of genres, including science fiction, fantasy, and adventure novels. His representative works include ¡°The Girl in the Golden Atom¡± and ¡°Brigands of the Moon.¡± Ray Commons is famous for his works that contain a wealth of scientific elements, and his writing is credited with contributing to the development of early science fiction.

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Summary
I was fishing for tarpon, lolling back in the stern of my small boat. The outboard motor, running at trolling speed, was a puttering purr in the drowsing watery silence. It was sunset of a summer evening of 1948. The Gulf of Mexico, out beyond the mouth of the little Florida bayou inlet across which I was heading, was a glassy expanse, blood-red in the light of the huge setting sun.