Novel-Classic Stories

Five millenniums have passed since the loathsome Termans were eliminated from the world of Diskra.... But what of the other planets?

After space, there was always one more river to cross. the far side of hatred and murder!

Eat your spinach, little man! It's good for you. Stuff yourself with it. Be a good little consumer, or the cops will get you.... For such is the law of supply and demand!

Tens of millenniums after the Death of the Sun there comes a young man who dares to open the Frozen Gate of Subterranea.

There's nothing wrong with dying--it just hasn't ever had the proper sales pitch!

Sextus Rollo Forsyte had his trouble with the bottle, but nothing out of a bottle ever produced such a hotel as the Mahoney-Plaza: only 260 rooms. only two guests to a room. but accommodating 5200 guests--all at the same time!... Floor please?

Erd Neff wanted as little to do with his fellow men as possible. So he lived alone in his big cash-vault. Alone, except for John....

As pretty as a picture? Yes, because that was all she was. or would become some day!

Fallout is, of course, always disastrous-- one way or another

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!