Science Fiction Stories

In the frozen wastes at the bottom of the world two explorers find a strange pool of white fire--and have a strange adventure.

The entities were utterly, ambitiously evil; their line of defense, apparently, was absolutely impregnable.

When but a child of seven my uncle placed me in a private school in which one of the so-called redeemed sub-sailors was a teacher of the German language. As I look back now, in the light of my present knowledge, I better comprehend the docile humility and carefully nurtured ignorance of this man.

Destiny reached out a hand to Algernon Weaver--but he was a timid man, at first. But on the strange world of Terranova, there was much to be learned--of destiny, and other things....

Let the dead past bury its dead? Not while I am alive, it won't!

The ideal way to deal with a pest--any menace--is, of course, to make it useful to you....

No doubt whatever about it, I had the Indian sign on me. my comfortably untidy world had suddenly turned into a monstrosity of order!

Does your wife call you Pumpkinhead? Well, maybe it's _not_ an insult; it might be a pet name. Ah--but _whose_ pet name?

He had striven to perfect the faultless man of the future, and had succeeded--too well. For in the pitilessly cold eyes of Adam, his super-human creation, Dr. Mundson saw only contempt--and annihilation--for the human race.

In the underground caverns of the Selom, Dr. Bird once again locks wills with the subversive genius, Saranoff.