Classic science fiction

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

The fleet came in at four o'clock.

The domination of the minds of tractable Man is not new.

Terra is in a perpetual stalemate of a war with Proxima Centauri because the old and corrupt Centaurian Empire will not let the humans grow out of their current empire.

Barnstaple, a burnt out journalist, decides to go on holiday and leave the rat race behind.

Once he had been a tall, straight spaceman, free as the galaxies.

Being one of the richest men in the world, it was only natural that many people anticipated the day he would die.

The story begins when a mysterious sea monster, theorized by some to be a giant narwhal, is sighted by ships of several nations; an ocean liner is also damaged by the creature.

Mankind finds itself in a fight for its very survival when invaders from Mars land on Earth.

When Peer and Channok grappled the derelict Ra-Twelve, they hooked a death-prize-haunted by the Yomm, stalked by the Mysterious Nine!

Those clever ones are the beggars to make a muddle.

Ellaby's society was a perfect democracy, where all men were equal.

When John Hall walked on Ganymede, a thousand weird beings walked with him.

All space was electrified as that harsh challenge rang out .

He was a scientist spurned by the scientific establishment.

Collected in one omnibus edition are three of Andre Norton's best known works: 'The Time Traders,' 'The Defiant Agents,' and 'Key Out of Time.

Pioneers have always resented their wanderlust, hated their hardships.

They wanted to go home-back to the planet they'd known.

Conan inadvertently becomes involved in the power play between two powerful men fighting for control of a city.

Here is a modern tale of an inner-directed sorcerer and an outer-directed sorcerer's apprentice.

It was almost dark when he awoke, and lay on the bed, motionless and trembling, his heart sinking in the knowledge that he should never have slept.

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

"e;And that is why you will take us to Earth, Lieutenant,"e; barked the Ihelian warrior.

The creatures on the little planet were real bafflers.

"e;I'm just looking at the Moon,"e; she said listlessly.

The People That Time Forgot is the second installment of Edgar Rice Burroughs' Caspak trilogy, set on the the large Antarctic island of Caprona, whose tropical interior is home to prehistoric fauna of all eras.

Sarnac may have become a successful scientist, a leading light in the research of chemical reactions of cells, but he would never forget the dream.

They came home from a strange journey.

You do not always have to go looking for a guardian angel.

Was this ill-fated expedition the end of a proud, old race-or the beginning of a new one?

"e;We are a very old race,"e; the wub said.

'Deathworld' is perhaps Harry Harrison's best known novel and is certainly the book that put him on the map.

'The Chessmen of Mars' is the fifth novel in Edgar Rice Burroughs' amazing Barsoom series.

Turnabout may not always be fair play in the gulfs between the stars.

The Masters had ruled all space with an unconquerable iron fist.

"e;Why don't you find yourself some nice little American girl,"e; his father had often repeated.

Totem poles are a dime a dozen north of 63(deg) .

To live different and exciting lives, all I had to do was sign here-and give up my own life!

The Dome of Eyes made it almost impossible for Terrans to reach the world of Tepokt.

A ray of fire, green, mysterious, stabs through the night to Dan on his ship.

Old Mr.

When the hour of balance comes, mankind may no longer be the dominant race.

The clangor of the swords had died away, the shouting of the slaughter was hushed; silence lay on the red-stained snow.

An entertaining story that plays like '2001: A Space Odyssey' in reverse.

Three things warned the wizard's apprentice that something was wrong: first the deep-trodden prints of iron-shod hooves along the forest path-he sensed them through his boots before stooping to feel them out in the dark; next, the eerie drone of a bee unnaturally abroad by night; and finally, a faint aromatic odor of burning.

Many writers of science fiction, who have not given the matter much thought, assume that a man of intelligence from one planet would meet a cordial and sympathetic welcome on another world.

Dixon Wells, a fashionable playboy, is always late.

This was a world where minding your manners was more than just a full-time job-it was murder!

He was afraid-not of the present or the future, but of the past.