Publisher's Synopsis
MARY sat quietly and watched the handsome man's legs blown off; watched further as the great ship began to crumple and break into small pieces in the middle of the blazing night. She fidgeted slightly as the men and the parts of the men came floating dreamily through the wreckage out into the awful silence. And when the meteorite shower came upon the men, gouging holes through everything, tearing flesh and ripping bones, Mary closed her eyes. "Mother." Mrs. Cuberle glanced up from her magazine. "Hmm?" "Do we have to wait much longer?" "I don't think so. Why?" Mary said nothing but looked at the moving wall.
