29 short stories from 1933-1967 that left permanent significant impact on the three editors as teens.1 Rescue Party by Arthur C. Clarke (Astounding Science Fiction May'46)2 Menace from Earth by Robert A. Heinlein (The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Ficti
High tech war -- and how to avoid itThe answer is simple: you would have peace? Then prepare for war. This wisdom is as old as armies. Yet after a few generations, the peace that was paid for with soldiers' blood comes to seem the normal thing, the ordina
Requiem (1940) by Robert A. HeinleinForgetfulness (1937) by John W. Campbell, Jr.Nerves (1942) by Lester del ReyThe Sands of Time (1937) by P. Schuyler MillerThe Proud Robot (1943) by Henry KuttnerSeeds of the Dusk (1938) by Raymond Z. GallunBlack Destroy
Witches & warlocks curse, jinx, hex, spook, possess, charm & bedevil their victims in this collection of tales. Many stories are dark & chilling; some are light & humorous; most are time-honored; and a few are original, having been written
A Brief Message From Our SponsorThe title of this volume is Stories Not for the Nervous. There are those who will argue that this title could apply to any of the various tomes of terror, sagas of suspense, or groupings of grue which I have, from time to t
This sparkling sequel to WIZARDS OF ODD once again turns logic on its head, with a galaxy of star writers and stories. Terry Pratchett, the arch-priest of the genre, leads off with the eccentric figure of DEATH, on new and curious mission, Roald Dahl play
Contents:1 · Honeymoon in Hell · nv Galaxy Nov ’50 36 · Too Far · vi F&SF Sep ’55 38 · Man of Distinction · ss Thrilling Wonder Stories Feb ’51 47 · Millennium · vi F&SF Mar ’55 49 · The Dome · ss Thrilling Wonder Stories Aug ’
THEY WERE GREENTHEY WERE LITTLETHEY WEREBALD AS BILLIARD BALLSAND THEY WERE EVERYWHERELuke Devereaux was a science-fiction writer, holed up in a desert shack waiting for inspiration. He was the first man to see a Martian...but he wasn't the last!It was es
HE was really an "IT" He was incapable of love or mercy or hate. And he certainly never felt the lack. He was almost pure thought. He was just doing what he had to do - looking for the right body to play host to him. Once he found it and moved in, he woul
