Novel-Classic Stories

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.

Boyle knew there was an angle behind the aliens' generosity. but he had one of his own!

"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.

The city was sacred, but not to its gods. Michaelson was a god--but far from sacred!

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!

The epic exploit of one who worked in the dark and alone, behind the enemy lines, in the great Last War.

No matter what the future, one factor must always be reckoned with--the ingenuity of the human animal.