Classic science fiction

If it was happening to him, all right, he could take that .

It was a lovable little creature, anxious to help solve the troubles of the world.

They are the aliens among us-and their ways and wonders are stranger than extraterrestrials!

Antimony IX divers can't be seen, of course .

The general was bucking for his other star-and this miserable contraption bucked right back!

This planet gave him the perfect chance to commit the perfect crime-only he couldn't remember just what it was he had committed.

An unprovoked, meaningless night attack is terrifying enough on your own home planet, worse on a world across the Galaxy.

There were two varieties of aliens-blue and bluer-but not as blue as the Earthmen!

It was a fine day at the beach for Purnie's game-but his new friends played very rough!

Channing wanted a planet.

When adopting a pet, choose the species that is most intelligent, obedient, loyal, fun to play with, yet a shrewd, fearless protector.

The dark star passed, bringing with it eternal night and turning history into incredible myth in a single generation!

Edited by H.

Here is the sequel to "e;The Mad Planet"e; by Murray Leinster.

'The Mad Planet' by Murray Leinster was the first global warming story ever written.

There is one fact no sane man can quarrel with .

Being two men rolled out of one would solve my problems-but which one would I be?

In a far distant future mankind must cope with huge insects and titanic fungus growths.

The creature from Venus didn't know right from left-and life and death hung in the balance!

You too can be a Qurono.

Outcasts of a society of physically perfect people, they couldn't stay and they couldn't go home again-yet there had to be some escape for them.

First Contact was always dangerous-but usually only to the man involved!

The weatherman was always right: Temperature, 59; humidity, 47%; occasional light showers-but of what?

No self-respecting artist can object to suffering for his art .

A Konv cylinder was the key to space-but there was one power it could not match!

It was the awfullest dream in the world, no doubt about it.

A lean wind wails through the age-old avenues of Dawningsburgh.

Certainly I see things that aren't there and don't say what my voice says-but how can I prove that I don't have my health?

Edited by H.

A gripping tale of the planet Mars and the terrible monstrosity that called its victims to it from afar-a tale of Northwest Smith.

Jules de Grandin's talk of cats and mice seemed utterly irrelevant.

Something of the wonder that must have come to men seeking magic in the sky in days long vanished.

The amethyst-covered boots had been worn by an evil wanton in medieval Florence-but what malefic power did they carry over into our own time?

Once more the epic struggle between the Elder Gods and the Ancient Ones was having repercussions on one of earth's seemingly most peaceful valleys.

A curious and terrifying story about an artist who sold his soul that he might paint a living picture.

An amazing weird mystery story, packed with thrills, danger and startling events.

Old Mr.

Everything seemed normal-except that one man, and the kitten, had vanished.

In abandoned cisterns and old wells, in moldy heaps of straw forgotten in the corners of deserted barns, in reedy pools deep in the woods, in fungied hollows of dead trees, in all such secret places apart from man, strange life engenders, drifts in and takes root and form.

A weird and uncanny tale about a strange criminal who called himself Doctor Satan, and the terrible doom with which he struck down his enemies.

A gripping, thrilling, uncanny tale about the frightful fate that befell a yachting party on the dreadful island of living dead men.

'Weird Tales' launched in March of 1923 and the world was never the same again.

"e;Oh, no; I'm really here,"e; the voice, inaudible but mentally present, assured him.

Pioneers have always resented their wanderlust, hated their hardships.

It is the kind of news item you read at least a dozen times a year, wonder about briefly, and then promptly forget-but the real story is the one that the reporters are unable to cover!

Snaddra had but one choice in its fight to afford to live belowground- underhandedly pretend theirs was an aboveboard society!

Civilizations must make sense somehow.

Giving Certain Powers the business for a change would be a joy-but it must not backfire-and here at last was the perfect recoilless diddle!

Score one or one million was not enough for the human race.

He was lost-anyone could see that-but she had no idea how entirely lost he was nor why!