EDITORIAL
THE SLEUTHSAYER
For Star Wars. they had me tape down my breasts,” proclaimed Princess Carrie Fisher, “because there are no breasts in space.” We’re here to Lela that theory to rest right now!
Doubly so, in fact, since this is our second issue devoted to “Women of Fantasy”—the first, published exactly one year ago, proved to be ode of our most popular. Think of this encore. then, as simply a “recurring phenomenon”…
As one sci-fi expert observes: ” ‘Take me to your leader’ was what alien visitors were supposed to say when they set foot/claw/talon/hoof or suction-pad on our planet. But judging by the robust appetites of these creatures from outer space, ‘Take me to your lady’ would seem to be more appropriate.” Right this way. Betazoid Breath . . To introduce these galactic guests to our Earthly delights, we begin by seeking out “New Front•tiers’L-boldly going where only one man {yours truly) has been before. Next stop on their whirlwind warped drive are the “Comic Strips” come to life—illustrating once and for all the wonders of the globe(s). Then we’ll uncover, in quick sex-cession, “Cult Figures (whose assets have attracted quite a following) and “Scream Queens” {the classic story of boy meets ghoul, both then and now}, before ending up with “Simply Gore•geous”—horror heroines guaranteed to make even green blood boil.
This two-score sequel of sirens truly makes up a universal “Top Forty”—bringing to an awesome eighty the total “Women of Fantasy” whom we’ve made reality. Hoping you enjoy our out of this world issue as much as,its predecessor, we’re already making plans for a future third edition. But only if space permits…
The Eage Eye Has Landed!