THE OCEAN WAS A SHIFTING, white-capped wash of silvery light that gleamed with a bright phosphorescence of a hundred, intermingled, kaleidoscopic colors. And the unreal, unearthly light continued unbroken everywhere, reflected from the low-hanging clouds, reaching to the far horizon, bathing every detail of the planet in a brilliance more bright than moonlight.
Splinter turned a wondering face. “But the official reports say that there is no light on Venus,” he exclaimed. “That was one of the reasons given when exploration was forbidden!”
Kerry Blane nodded. “That was merely a pretext to keep foolhardy spacemen from losing their lives on the planet. In reality, the ocean is alive with an incredibly tiny marine worm that glows phosphorescently. The light generated from those billions of wo
