Novel-Classic Stories

There are two basic kinds of fools--the ones who know they are fools, and the kind that, because they do not know that, are utterly deadly menaces!

Kenneth j Malone of the FBI(that's right and from the queen's own FBI!) is back and late model red Cadillacs are being stolen, no suspects are ever seen and it's his job to figure out who, why and how.

Granthan's mission was the most vital of the war. It would mean instant victory--but for whom?

Earth scientists investigating the remains of a Martian city.

THREE AGAINST THE STARS! A sky pirate armed with superior weapons of his own invention... First contact with an alien race dangerous enough to threaten the safety of two planets... The arrival of an unseen dark sun whose attendant marauders aimed at the very end of civilization in this Solar System...

Mighty Luke Fenton swaggers defiantly in Vulcan's Workshop, most frightful of Martian prisons.

The Throg task force struck the Terran survey camp a few minutes after dawn, without warning, and with a deadly precision which argued that the aliens had fully reconnoitered and prepared that attack. Eye-searing lances of energy lashed back and forth across the base with methodical accuracy. And a single cowering witness, flattened on a ledge in the heights above, knew that when the last of those yellow-red bolts fell, nothing human would be left alive down there.

The rock in space was not quite a sphere, being far too tiny a bit of cosmic debris to have sufficient gravity to round off its ragged corners. One side was rough -- like a ragged mountain top that was broken off at the peak and hurled into space by an all-powerful hand. Slowly the Scout Ship edged closer, braking with forward jets. Was this it, at last -- the missing asteroid?

An enormous weapon is forcing people to keep their troubles to themselves--it's dynamite!

He contracted for a charter trip--but the man who hired his spacer wasn't quite a man, it turned out--and he wanted more than service!