H. B. Fyfe: Stories

Just missing the tall, gaunt man who dodged down the stairs of the Earth Embassy. A figure loomed in a doorway and he snapped off a quick blaster shot at it--missed. He'd killed one man, wounded others--and was carrying papers stolen from the secret Embassy files. They had to stop him--but they couldn't! And, worlds away, the men of Department 99 watched on their galaxy-spanning view-screen. knowing they were responsible for this disaster--and powerless to do anything about it!

The Emperor must be getting old, they thought, to deal so mercifully with the upstart Jursan Rebels--which was quite true. He was not too young to dream....

The Dome of Eyes made it almost impossible for Terrans to reach the world of Tepokt. For those who did land there, there was no returning--only the bitterness of respect--and justice!

They didn't think of themselves as pioneers. They simply had a job to do. And if they had to give up money, or power, or love--or life itself

It was, of course, one Hell of an ending for a trip to Mars--

There's no such thing as a weapon too horrible to use; weapons will continue to become bigger, and deadlier. Like other things that can't be stopped....

No matter what the future, one factor must always be reckoned with--the ingenuity of the human animal.

She Was Just a Crazy Brat--or Was She?

With everyone gone elsewhere, Earth was perfect for gracious living--only there was nothing gracious about it!

When properly conducted, a diplomatic mission can turn the most smashing of battle-successes into a fabulous Pyrrhic victory.