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THE VALLEY OF CREATION
BY EDMOND HAMILTON


Alien forces struggle for mastery in a forgotten land where beasts have
more-than-human powers
Revised by the author for this first book publication

From the back cover:
Beasts, Men...Or Aliens?
In that hidden valley, land of strangely forbidding beauty, Eric Nelson, soldier of fortune,
faced a battle stranger than any he had ever encountered.
He was hired to fight for humanity, against beings that seemed to be both more and
less than human.
The weapons of the enemy seemed to include centuries-old powers hinted at in tales of
magic and superstition, but he fought on ... even when helplessly trapped in the body of a
savage wolf.
Then came the climactic test of his allegiance, the knowledge that more than just
humanity was at stake ... and the final mind-shattering discovery of the alien secret that lay
buried in the Cavern of Creation!

From the inside:
SWORDS, SORCERY...AND SCIENCE
In the darkness, there came to Eric Nelson a summons and a warning-a summons to
a forgotten land where beast and human walked and talked alike, a warning of a war that
might end mankind as he knew it.
The more science learns, the less it knows. As the frontiers of knowledge advance,
scientists keep discovering new things they don't know.
This is a novel of the unknown. The purest kind of science fiction, it is at the same time
a story of mystery, high adventure, and menace, the dark dreams that haunt men's deepest
memories- and the lurking secrets of the distant past that may mold the far future!


A LANCER BOOK • 1964

THE VALLEY OF CREATION
Copyright, 1948 by Better Publications, Inc.
Lancer Edition copyright ©, 1954, by Lancer Books, Inc.
LANCER BOOKS, INC. • 26 WEST 47TH STREET • NEW YORK 36, N.Y.




Chapter I
ALIEN DREAM

It seemed to Eric Nelson that a strange voice spoke in his mind as he lay in
drink-drugged sleep, here in the squalid inn of a Chinese frontier village.
"Shall I kill, little sister?"
The voice was mental, not physical. His brain recorded it, not through his ears but