Novel-Classic Stories

Layroh's hiring of husky down-and-outers for his expedition is part of a plan made ages past.

The Romantics used to say that the eyes were the windows of the Soul. A good Alien Xenologist might not put it quite so poetically. but he can, if he's sharp, read a lot in the look of an eye!

Stories of the old West were filled with bad men who lived by the speed of their gun hand. Well, meet Buck Tarrant, who could outdraw them all. His secret: he didn't even have to reach for his weapon....

Tack power drives on a sewing circle and you can needle the world into the darndest mess!

One can't be too cautious about the people one meets in Tangier. They're all weirdies of one kind or another. Me? Oh, I'm A Stranger Here Myself

Keeping this cargo meant death--to jettison it meant to make flotsam and jetsam of a world!

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

Sometimes you can solve your problem by running out on it!

The customs officer isn't even human, so it feels like just another R&R, another halting conversation carried on in ugly trade-speak, another bewilderment of queues and luggage carousels. Outside: another spaceport, surrounded by the variegated hostels for the variegated tourists, and bipeds are in bare majority. The thing he can't think of it is, is a homecoming.

It was a race between the tortoise and the hare. But this hare was using some dirty tricks to make sure the ending would be different....