Novel-Classic Stories

Problem: How can you arrange marriages with men in one solar system, women in another--and neither willing to leave his own world?

Nothing in the world could be happier and mere serene than a man who loves his work--but what happens when it loves him back?

Doctor Coffin, in collaboration with other doctors, discovers a cure, but it has a surprisingly strong side effect.

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

Captain Brandon was a pioneer. He explored the far reaches of space and reported back on how things were out there. So it was pretty disquieting to find out that the "far reaches of space" knew more about what went on at home than he did.

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

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.

The cars on high-speed highways must follow each other like sheep. And they need shepherds. The highway police cruiser of tomorrow however must be massively different-- as different as the highways themselves!