Fredric Brown: 23 books

Mack Reynolds was a frequent and prolific contributor to the science fiction magazines from the 1950s through the 1980s. This volume collects 23 choice tales, ranging from space opera to social science fiction -- nearly a thousand pages vintage work from a master storyteller! Included are: HAPPY...

THEY WERE GREEN, THEY WERE LITTLE, THEY WERE BALD AS BILLIARD BALLS AND THEY WERE EVERYWHERE! Luke Devereaux was a science fiction writer, holed up in a desert shack waiting for inspiration. He was the first to see a Martian - but he certainly wasn't the last. It was estimated that one...

BUG-EYED MONSTERS ON BROADWAY Pulp SF magazine editor Keith Winton was answering a letter from a teenage fan when the first moon rocket fell back to Earth and blew him away. But where to? Greenville, New York, looked the same, but Bems (Bug-Eyed Monsters) just like the ones on the cover...

He had no name, no language, no friends. He had not been born and he could not multiply. He had just 'Happened' - an accidental combination of atoms that could think and learn and do a lot of incredible things. He had floated free in space for billions of years, for all he knew he was the only living...

"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 would execute...

An American science fiction and mystery writer. One of his stories, "Arena," is officially credited for an adaptation as an episode of the landmark television series, Star Trek. Contents Two Timer (1954) Arena (1944) The Fabulous Clipjoint (1947) Hall of Mirrors (1953) Keep Out (1954)...

Vice and murder prowl Chicago--and one man hunts a killer through the glittering Gold Coast and seamy back alleys! Edgar Award Winner for Best First Novel (1948).

A world had collapsed around this man—a world that would never shout his praises again. The burned-out cities were still and dead, the twisted bodies and twisted souls giving him their last salute in death. And now he was alone, alone surrounded by memories, alone and waiting ...