Prologue Books imprint: 453 books

The Kingdom of Killain- -that’s the Duarte, a big-city hotel at the crossroads of the world. The grifters, tough lads, girls on the make-all learn to stay away from Hotel Duarte because Johnny Killain’s in charge there. That’s his turf-a flick of his fist makes broken guys and dolls. So...

He was in a tight spot. He knew he couldn’t stand off the Law and Breen, too. The Law was after him for the murder of a marshal—a murder he didn’t commit. Breen was after him for revenge—and Breen wouldn’t stop at anything … blackmail, a frame-up … or murder. He was desperate now and vowed to find a way out—or make one.

Decket had a tiger by the tail when he arrested notorious killer Shotgun Travers. But Decket had asked for it. He had been wearing a U.S. marshal’s badge when he was nothing of the sort. He was a small-town peace officer who had used the badge to his own ends, forcing bigger men than he to bend to his will. But now the tables had turned …

Driven off his ranch by a horde of hard-riding renegades, Grete Farraday would stop at nothing to get revenge. But he’d need help. That was where Sary Hollis came in. For a share of his spread, she’d lend him the use of her guns and men, low-down sidewinders all. Farraday didn’t cotton to being...

''Trouble in El Paso - clear it up!'' That was Slade’s job - to find the man behind the rustling, the killings, the destruction that had both sides of the Rio Grande ready to explode. Slade opened the game by shooting two rustlers out of their saddles - and knew that from then on he was marked for death!

This is a realistic story of human passion and weakness behind the ultramodern fatade of a big city hospitalùthe saga of Kurt Severton, an brilliant surgeon who feels duty-bound to prevent a whitewash of a bungled operation by his chief, Dr. Tolliver. ThereÆs Donna, TolliverÆs wifeùhot,...

Paul Knox, secret agent for the U.S. Government, had been around. But never had he seen anything as vicious as this new twist in the blackmail racket. Wealthy and prominent people were being exposed to international scandal, the kind that could give not merely themselves but their nation a black eye,...

On a mountaintop in Mexico, ancient galactic enemies meet! On one side, the Great Old Ones, who had benevolently ruled the land in the days of the Toltecs, before the coming of the cruel Aztecs. On the other side, the Huitzili, who had come from the distant Evil Stars to teach the Aztecs...

A night-club owner gunned down at his own bar—an editor gutted with an antique switchblade—a smuggler who took five shots in the back—a millionaire whose “suicide” didn’t make sense … Each killing left the cops high and dry—fine. Because that meant someone had to hire me, Chambers,...

An ancient horror summoned from the obscene depths of the past returns to terrorize a community. A girl of the streets yields body and soul to a fate more vile than her darkest fears. A boy pays a fearful price for a secret older than time. A young wife and mother battles ageless...

Dave Lee was shot dead as he rode the Joyland ferris wheel. As hard-boiled private investigator Max Thursday stalked Dave’s killer, he encountered … a high-powered sob sister, the sadistic king of a gambling syndicate, and a delicate, sphinx-like girl who packed a .38 revolver. The best Wade Miller...

Out of the night, she came. She walked into Augie’s place and she sand. Lord, how she sang. She wrapped her voice around a song and the customers loved it. Then, suddenly she disappeared. She walked out of the club, into the night. There was nothing left behind to show she’d been there … nothing but the body of the man who lay dead on her dressing room floor.

“I tell you what I’ll do,” he said. “The stage won’t be no good to me until Powder Keg amounts to somethin’ . . . I’ll bet a coach and team against what’s on the table, draw and show down.” His offer was a sufficient warning of his strength. However, I still liked my aces....

The Slash K punchers slept soundly beside the chuck wagon. Suddenly—“lightning” flashed, “thunder” rolled and shrieking “rain” spattered the sleeping camp. But the lighting was the spurting flame from unseen rifles, the thunder was the crash of shots and the rain was a leaden rain of...