Novel-Classic Stories

The Wabbly, uncombatable engine of war, spreads unparalleled death and destruction--until Sergeant Walpole "strikes at the morale" of its crew.

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!

A young woman objects to being sedated into placidity, as is the norm in the overcrowded, genetically optimized future.She also refuses to be paired with a somnolent drip of a fellow, who needs medication to act at an even minimal level of energy. Then you've got the young spacer, who believes he has discovered an efficient hyperdrive that could open the stars to humanity. He is told to cool his heels in a dead-end assignment until he discovers the error in his mathematics.

Once, wars were won by maneuvering hired fighting men; now wars are different--and the hired experts are different. But the human problems remain!

Rootless and footloose, a man in space can't help but dream of coming home. But something nobody should do is bet on the validity of a homesick dream!

Most useful high explosives, like ammonium nitrate, are enormously violent. once they're triggered. But they will remain seemingly inert when beaten, burned, variously punished--until the particular shock required comes along....

There was something odd about the guest attraction, Mr. Fayliss, and something odder still about his songs.

A veteran veterinarian might have vamoosed--but Watts had to help any sick animal....

Natural laws are cliches--"what must be must be," for instance--and what must be in this case was, of all people, Dr. Talbot!

Commander John Hanson records another of his thrilling interplanetary adventures with the Special Patrol Service.