A Novel. This startling SF adventure novel is a collaboration between the classic SF grand master A. E. Van Vogt and contemporary master Kevin J. Anderson. Welcome to the world of A.E. van Vogt, the madcap storyteller who goes through plots faster than an otolaryngologist uses up tongue depressers. His books are. First published in four instalments in the September-December issues of Astounding Science Fiction, this smoothly-written and ambitious.

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I’m not going to judge this book by today’s standards of SF, although it is superior in pacing and plot, if not characterization.

He approached the little junk-laden yard with his usual caution.

Fast paced entertaining read. In a review of Transfinite: Do you know the way to Slan Trope-ez? And we are only halfway through chapter one. Even the devastating surprise of their murderous enmity did z basically affect his actions or his vott. I’m sorry if I let you down Mr. Anderson does an admirable job keeping with the language and feel of the first novel “Slan. Van Vogt’s first wife, Edna Mayne Hull, died in And yet he had the gist.

No chief of secret police has ever held the confidence of a people. With a loud clang! Only slowly did the flame of his excitement die. The heavy stick in her free hand came down on his head even as he realized for the first time that she had such a weapon. And now, like a vulture, it swooped down on prey it knew to be exhausted.


Apr 14, Dave rated it liked it Shelves: Centuries prior to the story, there was a war between slans and humans. I felt like Ayn Rand had taken over the book or something.

He sat in his chair, like a figure of stone, cold and grim and deadly. Van Vogt was also always interested in the idea of all-encompassing systems of knowledge akin to modern meta-systems — the characters in his very first story used a system called “Nexialism” to analyze the alien’s behavior.

He reached in; his groping fingers touched a metal box.

Jommy felt the intensity of their gazes, the thoughts that whipped into their minds and brought jerky, shrill shouts to their lips. She looked up, and the ship was gone.

Naturally I refuse to appeal to the reason of those present any longer. Until he was four years old, van Vogt and his family spoke only a dialect of Low German in the home. Hull, who had previously worked as a private secretary, would act as van Vogt’s typist, and be credited with writing several SF stories of her own throughout the early s.

A. E. van Vogt

He emerged into a tiny back yard piled high with vvan boxes on one side. No slackers can leech off Granny. Ubik Dick, Philip K. Somewhere out there was the mind that had known he was in the hole and had said nothing. Sep 13, Zlan rated it it was ok Shelves: This is a decade older than my grandfather lived to be!! You no longer have my confidence, at least. Pitiful and horrible because his thoughts were ugly now with terror.

Slan Hunter

He ran precariously along over the boxes, and then half lowered himself, half fell into a space between two old crates. He felt their nervousness in the turgid thoughts that streamed from them. Killing was a tough business, but these men would have dealt death to him without compunction, as men already had to his father and mother—and to countless other slans who had died miserably because of the lies these people kept feeding to each other, and swallowing without the slightest resistance.


One, two, three blocks they went. Anderson from a partial draft and outline by Van Vogt.

Slan Hunter (Slan, #2) by A.E. van Vogt

His rough fingers caught at her head, then clutched a handful of hair, and all the silk-thin tendrils that lay there in golden, glittering threads. Van Vogt sent another story, entitled ” Black Destroyer ,” which was accepted.

Here, as elsewhere in van Vogt’s oeuvre, he shows an unhealthy fascination with forceful political leaders who trample on democratic institutions. An idea flashed into his dulled mind, and in an instant he was climbing the piled boxes. She recognized John Petty. With a swift, firm heave, she flung the blankets up over the head and shoulders of the startled man.

How is not Achilles not the first X-Man? Jommy ducked sideways as the gun went off with a dull plop.