The Hell Ship

The giant space liner swung down in a long arc, hung for an instant on columns of flame, then settled slowly into the blast-pit. But no hatch opened; no air lock swung out; no person left the ship. It lay there, its voyage over, waiting. The thing at the controls had great corded man-like arms. Its skin was black with stiff fur. It had fingers ending in heavy talons and eyes bulging from the base of a massive skull. Its body was ponderous, heavy, inhuman. The passengers on that ship had rocketed through space in luxury. But they'd never gone below decks -- because rumor had it that Satan himself manned the controls of . . . The Hell Ship.