“A
fine kettle of soup you’ve dropped into, schlemiel. I should leave you simmering till you’re fit
to eat, except that wouldn’t be fair to this poor little shiksa you’ve conned
into holding the hand you haven’t got.”
“Huh!” snorted Guthrie. You keep
quiet about seduction of the young.
Beware this old witch, you two.
She’s evil and depraved. I’ve seen
her put ice cream in her beer.”
(from Harvest Of
Stars by Poul Anderson)
7*/10. The complete review is here.
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