Novel-Classic Stories

One of the most intriguing of all science fiction patterns is that of the galactic sweep--the story which takes for granted human travel between stars at speeds far faster than the speed of light. In its most successful form, such a story combines cosmic action with a wholly human plot.

On the Board, they were just little lights that glowed. But out there in the night of the city-jungle, they represented human passions-- virulent emotions-- and deadly crimes-to-be.

This bigtime space promoter could get the Horsehead Nebula in a flying mare--but pinning a planetoid is tougher!

Professor Wroxton had disappeared--but in the bottom of the mysterious crystal cage lay the diamond from his ring.

Early morning deliveries were part of the Honeychile Bakery Service. But on this particular morning the service was reversed!

Jeff needed a job and this man had a job to offer--one where giant economy-size trouble had labels like fakemake, bumsy and peekage!

He went where no Martian ever went before--but would he come out--or had he gone for good?

A wayfarer's return from a far country to his wife and family may be a shining experience, a kind of second honeymoon. Or it may be so shadowed by Time's relentless tyranny that the changes which have occurred in his absence can lead only to tragedy and despair. This rarely discerning, warmly human story by a brilliant newcomer to the science fantasy field is told with no pulling of punches, and its adroit unfolding will astound you.

On the fatal seventh of September a certain Secret Service man sat in the President's chair and--looked back into the Eye of Allah.

With night-rays and darkness-antidote America strikes back at the terrific and destructive Invisible Empire.