Weinbaum/Studies in Science Fiction ('59) Sam Moskowitz essay Flight on Titan ('35) Weinbaum novelette Graph ('36) Weinbaum storyParasite Planet/Ham Hammond ('35) Weinbaum novelette Proteus Island ('36) Weinbaum novelette Pygmalion's Spectacles ('35) Weinbaum story Redemption Cairn ('36) Weinbaum noveletteRevolution of 1950 ('38) Ralph Milne Farley & Weinbaum novellaShifting Seas ('37) Weinbaum novelette Smothered Seas ('36) Ralph Milne Farley & Weinbaum novelette The Adaptive Ultimate ('35) Weinbaum noveletteThe Brink of Infinity ('36) Weinbaum storyThe Circle of Zero ('36) Weinbaum story The Ideal/Manderpootz ('35) Weinbaum storyThe Last Martian Weinbaum poem The Lotus Eaters/Ham Hammond ('35) Weinbaum novelette The Mad Moon ('35) Weinbaum novelette The Planet of Doubt/Ham Hammond ('35) Weinbaum novelette The Point of View/Manderpootz ('36) Weinbaum storyThe Red Peri ('35) Weinbaum novella The Worlds of If/Manderpootz ('35) Weinbaum story Valley of Dreams/Tweel ('34) Weinbaum story

    I'm one of the guys who fought and bled and worked to get to Mars. I figure what I gave up in those early years bought me the right to pilot the next big jump.I've lied and stolen for that right. I'd have killed, too, but I didn't have to. Instead, I let a woman give her life so I could have my chance, my door to space.You think I'd stop at anything, now?I'll be on that rocket, blasting away on America's biggest adventure, the hop out into the stars themselves....Only Fred Brown could have written this deeply moving science-fiction novel about one man's epic, life-long struggle to open mankind's pathway to the stars...'

    This was the one thing she was sure of. Because Earth was not a dead planet, not by a long way. There were all manner of strange plants and bizarre animals, and there were the blue boys who insisted they were human--but she always set fire to them. There was however Indigo, the all-devouring protoplasmic ocean that was literally gobbling up everything in the world. And there was the enigmatic Emeroo to whom she owed her continued existence. There were also the so-called Martians--humans who had fled to Mars and only came back to Earth to scout for survivors and vent their futile furies on the the inhospitable homeworld.

    THE MAKING OF A REBELAt thirteen, Bran Tregare was stripped of his home, his name and his family, and sent to the brutal space academy known as the Slaughterhouse.At seventeen, he'd survived the sadistic discipline of a starcaptain called the Butcher to become an ace pilot, crack gunner and hardened killer.At twenty, he escaped with an armed warship to begin a one-man war against Earth's imperial masters.

    Novelization of the Walt Disney film

    But as their sky began burning, who could blame the Russians for thinking that the Americans had attacked....?

    Imagine. . . and you will understand the feelings of John Shaw.

    Due to its location, it is a minor hub of commerce within the Sashuite Empire, and though it is equipped with elegant dining rooms and casinos, luxury suites and expensive shops, Wu and Fabricant's GUIDEBOOK claims that Star Well is a dull place to visit and that travellers should avoid layovers if they can. But Wu and Fabricant had not been shown the secret basements, nor told the nature of the things stored there--if they had been, they might still have advised against layovers, but not because Star Well was dull. When our hero Anthony Villiers and his Traggish friend Torve arrive on the scene, it soon becomes evident that the truth must out: that Star Well has reached the end of an era...(thurb).

    Dramocles, an ordinary king on an ordinary planet, finds himself thrust into an adventure that combines soap opera, Greek tragedy and Shakespearean drama as he unwillingly, and disastrously, seeks to fulfill a momentous destiny that is only revealed to him a piece at a time as he managed to foment an interplanetary war, precipitate the disintegration of his family, lose all his friends and uncover betrayal among his closest advisers as barbarian invaders besiege his realm.

    all of them stuck in the pitch dark, bleak cold of a hull several fathoms under water.Unkind chance, instead of killing them, had left them with oxygen tanks and stores of food.Somehow they had to find a way to stay sane long enough to make a new home in this strange environment.

    It all depended on the survival of the last of the entities known as Calebians.But the Caleban was dying - subjected to systematic torture by the richest, most wicked woman in the Galaxy. Unless she could be stopped, the end was only a few days away, or hours - or even minutes!

    But now it had been learned that there was one among its runaway refugees who was more than just a misfit—one who was a definite danger to all humanity.The hunt was on for the desperate young man called Joktar—for if he was what they said he was, he could contaminate the universe!ONLY JOKTAR DIDN'T BELIEVE IT—AND HE RALLIED A WORLD OF COURAGEOUS OUTLAWS TO DEFEND HIM.

    yourself as a settler, living in a translucent "pocket" that makes your life an almost ageless state, as time in each pocket passes so slowly that senility and death are meaningless concepts. Your immortality has a price; you have free interaction only with those of your "generation"; you see settlers from ten years before as blurred outlines. And a settler from fifty years before can walk right through you!IMAGINE... yourself as a tourist, struck by the wonder of the shimmering planet, yet careful to heed the date of the next predicted veilfall, knowing that to be on Azlaroc at veilfall is to be there forever.IMAGINE... yourself as the one man on Azlaroc who knows for a certainty that, this time, veilfall will come early, and without warning!

    During their years-long voyage, Earth has developed a stargate and ended up in an interstellar war, waged by robot fighters far from Earth and commanded by the central artificial intelligence of the gnostic system owned by the McConwell Company. When the AI realizes the futility of the war it's engaged in, it sets out to chage its own program, engaging the conspiratorial help of a varied crew of humans and aliens and risking the ultimate destruction of all intelligent civilization.

    If his people are not to spend the rest of their history as just another satrapy, they must prove that they can reach space unaided. Though they have just re-invented the steam engine, King David will have his spaceship...