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..."

High in jungle treetops swings young Bentley--his human brain imprisoned in a mighty ape.

Achieving immortality is only half of the problem. The other half is knowing how to live with it once it's been made possible--and inescapable!

He didn't expect to be last-but neither did he anticipate the horror of being the first!

A 1919 pulp-press tale of deepest darkest Africa.

There may be a town called Mars in Montana. But little Mrs. Freda Dunny didn't come from there!

The most dangerous, utterly vicious carnivorous animal the Galactics knew had escaped. to Earth! Because contact with Earth was forbidden, they knew little of Earth. which led to certain false conclusions.

This is about the best-hated author on Earth. Who was necessarily pampered and petted because of his crime against humanity....

The basic trouble with McGuire was that, though "he" was a robot spaceship, nevertheless "he" had a definite weakness that a man might understand....

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!