Novel-Classic Stories

Don't wait to "Get 'em while they're hot." By then, it is too late to get them of all!

The very men who claimed mental superiority because they were free from superstitions and divine disillusionment were themselves victims of their own sophism, and while they thought themselves crowned with enlightenment, it was naught but the Phrygian caps of their prejudices toward the material state.

Magic--there's no such thing. But the crops were beginning to grow backwards....

Well, they finally got rid of war. For the first time there was peace on Earth--since the only possible victims were the killers themselves!

Man has developed many a deadly weapon. Today, the weapon most effective in destroying a man's hopes and security is the file folder. and that was the weapon Morely knew and loved. But there was something more potent to come.

For generations they ran from the Hunters, but the Hunters had found them again. All prepared to flee except...

Somewhere is an ideal mate for every man and woman, but Joe wasn't willing to bet on it. He was a man who rolled his own!

This could well have been Montcalm's greatest opportunity; a chance to bring mankind priceless gifts from worlds beyond. But Montcalm was a solid family man--and what about that nude statue in the park?

Terra resounded to the triple toast of the Haldorian hordes: For Haldor! For Glory! And for Heaven's sake, let us out of here!

"Tea, dear," said Mrs. Winslow, opening the door with the glass window and the white blind that communicated with the parlour. "One minute," said Winslow, and began unlocking the desk. An irritable old gentleman, very hot and red about the face, and in a heavy fur-lined cloak, came in noisily. Mrs. Winslow vanished. "Ugh!" said the old gentleman.