Wilder Publications Inc : 1020 books

There it was in a nutshell. The eyes had clearly come apart from the rest of him and were on their own. My heart pounded and my breath choked in my windpipe. I had stumbled on an accidental mention of a totally unfamiliar race. Obviously non-Terrestrial.

When Uncle Peter decided to clean out the underworld, it was a fine thing for the town, but it was tough on the folks in Tibet.

Once upon a time life was perfection. Government made sure its citizens were supplied with every comfort and pleasure. But sometimes perfection breeds boredom and...

In science-fiction, as in all categories of fiction, there are stories that are so outstanding from the standpoint of characterization, concept, and background development that they remain popular for decades. Two such stories were Murray Leinster’s The Mad Planet and Red Dust.Originally published...

In a far distant future mankind must cope with huge insects and titanic fungus growths. Life has been greatly altered, and Man is now in the process of becoming acclimated to the change. Burl, our hero, must not only deal with the huge insects and the terror that they inspire but with a far greater...

You do not always have to go looking for a guardian angel. He may be looking for you—but perhaps for somebody else's benefit! Rhadampsicus and Nodalictha were on their honeymoon, and consequently they were sentimental. To be sure, it would not have been easy for humans to imagine sentiment as existing...

In a post-apocalyptic experiment scientists have an intriguing plan, in the first installment of H. Beam Piper’s excellent Terro-Human Future History series.

Was this ill-fated expedition the end of a proud, old race—or the beginning of a new one? There are strange gaps in our records of the past. We find traces of man-like things—but, suddenly, man appears, far too much developed to be the “next step” in a well-linked chain of evolutionary evidence. Perhaps something like the events of this story furnishes the answer to the riddle.

I didn’t have to ask whom he meant. “Scrawny neck” would mean only one inmate of our void-perambulating asylum. Lancelot Biggs. Genius and crackpot, scarecrow and sage—and soon to become son-in-law of the skipper.

The Emperor must be getting old, they thought, to deal so mercifully with the upstart Jursan Rebels—which was quite true. He was not too young to dream....

Dang vines! Beats all how some plants have no manners—but what do you expect, when they used to be men!

Progress is relative; Senator O’Noonan’s idea of it was not particularly scientific. Which would be too bad, if he had the last word!

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you . . . . And the natives of Capella IV, philosophers at heart, were not ones to ignore the Golden Rule . . . .

If this story has a moral, it is: “Leave well enough alone.” Just look what happened to Kenzie “mad-about-ants” MacKenzie, who didn’t . . . .