Novel-Classic Stories

"I am the last of my type existing today in all the Solar System. I, too, am the last existing who, in memory, sees the struggle for this System, and in memory I am still close to the Center of Rulers, for mine was the ruling type then. But I will pass soon, and with me will pass the last of my kind, a poor inefficient type, but yet the creators of those who are now, and will be, long after I pass forever..."

This planet gave him the perfect chance to commit the perfect crime--only he couldn't remember just what it was he had committed.

Being two men rolled out of one would solve my problems--but which one would I be?

The troupers of the Big Time lack no art to sway a crowd-- or to change all history!

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

This guard smelled trouble and it could be counted on to come--for a nose for trouble was one of the many talents bred here!

If you should set a thief to catch a thief, what does it take to stop a racketeer...?

Snow in summer is of course impossible. Any weather expert will tell you so. Weather Bureau Chief Botts was certain no such absurdity could occur. And he would have been right except for one thing. It snowed that summer.

A good adventure story about the first "armed" resistance of the asteroid miners against an arrogant Earth.

The computer seemed to work as it should. The speed was within acceptable limits. He gave up trying to see the ground and was forced to trust the machinery designed for amateur pilots. The flare bloomed, and he yanked down on the little lever.It could have been worse. They hit the ground, bounced twice, and turned over. The ship was a mess when Feldman freed himself from the elastic straps of the seat. Chris had shrieked as they hit, but she was unbuckling herself now...