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An Amoral Mad Scientist and His Quest for Scientific Justice Dr. Faraday Heron: brilliant academic, nuclear research pioneer, loner, envious younger son . . . murderer. He may have grown up in his brother’s shadow, but Faraday won’t let anything stand in the way of his research....

Only three survivors of the airliner crash landed on this deserted tropical island: Webb, who bore in his heart the festering wound of an unfaithful woman. Fran, who sought love and found only inescapable domination. Krayer, whose hands and glands obeyed the icy laws of his inhuman...

The Last Manuscript of a Master It began with an accident, as if Fate had a plan for Vergil Magus . . . After his trials in the Very Rich City of Averno but before his crowning achievement of a certain magic mirror, the great sorcerer and alchemist finds himself on a journey nothing...

He is not dead; but there are worse things than death... When his father goes missing on the mystical isle of Aea, Amphion knows something must be done. Convinced that the island’s mistress-the vindictive and temperamental goddess Circé-will spare his father’s life, Amphion sets off on...

His name was Jim Silver, but they called him Silvertip. His only companions were his stallion, Parade, and a wolf, Frosty, who obeyed nothing but the wild instincts of his breed and the soft commands of his master. Together they were part of the legend of the West. Silvertip was a man who hungered...

J. S. Fletcher (b. 1863, d. 1935) was a prolific British author and journalist. He wrote over 230 titles, both fiction and non fiction. He was one of foremost writers of detective fiction during the Golden Age of murder mystery novels.

“I’ll never rest until I’ve seen his murderer hanged!” But Dick Blake didn’t know what he was letting himself in for. Not only did he have to contend with the strangely complicated network of intrigue which surrounded the passionate, neurotic Malvery clan, but more baffling still,...

J. S. Fletcher (b. 1863, d. 1935) was a prolific British author and journalist. He wrote over 230 titles, both fiction and non fiction. He was one of foremost writers of detective fiction during the Golden Age of murder mystery novels.

From the moment Cousin Rosanne and her husband arrived from Alabama, Will Johnson was in for it. Outside, his orange crop was in danger, and now his troubles moved indoors as well. Death and jealousy stood behind Will’s wife, the law was after Rosanne’s husband, and that unwilling bride...

ONE- The redheaded secretary lay crumpled on the office floor, her blouse ripped to the waist. Blood trickled from her mouth. TWO- The redheaded divorcee sprawled across the bed, the black silk sheet baring her lovely body - and her gaping throat. THREE- The black-haired B-girl lay broken...

A case of corpses. They piled up so fast that private eye Johnny Liddell figured he was ahead if he found them while they were still warm. It started when he was hired as a baby-sitter to a wildcat. She was blonde and beautiful, and stacked better than a deck of marked cards. And she had a...

''You asked my business,'' remarked Dasher, ''and I told you that I’m a trouble-shooter. I shoot trouble - with this.'' He waved the .45. ''And you’re trouble. My client asked that you both be removed, and I’m most obliging, you see, at a price.'' ''Why?'' cried Marian. ''Why should he...

A gorgeous gal with an insatiable appetite for love . . . A gossip columnist who scooped the world with his own obituary . . . An innocent young girl forced into a degrading racket . . . Plus other assorted chacters involved in mayhem and murder, in a collection of sizzling stories...

Johnny Liddell was looking forward to his 2:30 a.m. date with Eve Wylie. Eve had thick red hair that fell down over her shoulders like a molten copper cascade, and Eve had a sullen soft-looking mouth that held more than a casual promise for Johnny Liddell. So when he got to her apartment, and...