The Green Hills of Earth & The Menace from Earth (Future History) (The Future History series)
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First Time in Mass Market for These Two Perennially Top-Selling Heinlein Books in a Single Volume.
Two of the Grand Master’s finest:
The saga of the opening of the space frontier as courageous men and women risked their lives to build the first space station and colonize the Moon and Venus, while praying for one last landing on the globe that gave them birth, to return to The Green Hills of Earth.
From a mysterious region on Earth, where a more advanced lifeform may be studying the interesting creatures called “humans,” to the first moon colony, where a young girl’s relationship with her boyfriend is endangered by the beautiful Menace from Earth.
Classic Heinlein, in a new two-for-one package.
this chain of events." "Why should we?" "Because," Number Three said bitterly, "Diktor has played me—I mean has played you . . . us—for a dope, for a couple of dopes. Look, he told you that he was going to set you up as a big shot over there"—he indicated the Gate—"didn't he?" "Yes," Wilson admitted. "Well, that's a lot of malarkey. All he means to do is to get us so incredibly tangled up in this Time Gate thing that we'll never get straightened out again." Wilson felt a sudden doubt
four-star flyer cocked an eyebrow. "Anything?" "Not too complicated." "Right, Doctor." He thought, then began a cartoon of a girl, grinned and added a pop-eyed wolf. Shortly he looked up. "Okay?" Joan had kept busy with another pad; Reynolds took hers to the general. The sketches were alike—except that Joan had added four stars to the wolf's shoulders. The general looked at her; she looked demure. "I'm convinced," he said drily. "What next?" "That could be clairvoyance or telepathy," Reynolds
lectured. "We will now show direct telepathy." He called the second twin to him, then said, "Doctor Withers, will you help us?" Withers still looked surly. "With what?" "The same thing—but Jane will watch over your shoulder while Joan tries to reproduce what you draw. Make it something harder." "Well . . . okay." He took the pad, began sketching a radio circuit, while Jane watched. He signed it with a "Clem," the radioman's cartoon of the little fellow peering over a fence. "That's fine!"
The chief physicist was bending over a group of instruments; he looked tired. "Not today," he answered in a flat voice. "Satterlee will make it." Satterlee came forward and grinned at the brass and V.I.P.'s and at Reynolds' operators. "I've been saving a joke for an audience that can't walk out. But first—" He picked up a polished metal sphere and looked at the E.S.P. adepts. "You saw a ball like this on your tour this morning. That one was plutonium; it's still out there waiting to go bang! in
mashing them into the cushions. Jo had not known she could feel so heavy. This was worse, much worse, than the trip out. The baby cried as long as acceleration lasted, in wordless terror and discomfort. After an interminable time they were suddenly weightless, as the ship went into free flight. When the terrible binding weight was free of her chest, Jo's heart felt as light as her body. Allan threw off his upper strap and sat up. "How do you feel, kid?" "Oh, I feel fine!" Jo unstrapped and