Science fiction: space opera

Bryce Carter could afford a smug smile.

The line between noble dreams and madness is thin, and loneliness can push men past it .

Julith clasped the star-man's arm with one hand, while her other arm gripped his waist.

Naturally an undertaker will get the last word.

If this story has a moral, it is: "e;Leave well enough alone.

The Emperor must be getting old, they thought, to deal so mercifully with the upstart Jursan Rebels-which was quite true.

In order to make Izaak Walton's sport complete, there must be an angler, a fish, and some bait.

Wilbur Murphy sought romance, excitement, and an impossible Horseman of Space.

"e;You wanted out?

The starways' Lone Watcher had expected some odd developments in his singular, nerve-fraught job on the asteroid.

If you ever get to drinking beer in your favorite saloon and meet a scared little guy who wants to buy you the joint, supply you with fur coats and dolls and run you for Congress-listen well!

No conceivable force could penetrate Terri's shield.

For every weapon there was a defense, but not against the deadliest weapon-man himself!

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

Everything was aimed at satisfying the whims of women.

"e;What kind of university do they have on D'Land?

You're all alone in a deserted city.

C.

The remarkable thing about Atummyc Afterbath Dusting Powder was that it gave you that lovely, radiant, atomic look-just the way the advertisements said it would.

The aliens wooed Earth with gifts, love, patience and peace.

Worlds of If' was a three-time winner of the Hugo Award for best science fiction magazine.

The man running through the forest gloom breathed in hot, panting gusts, pain tearing at his chest.

All the intricate, electronic witchery of the 21st century could not pin guilt on fabulous Lonnie Raichi, the irreproachable philanthropist.

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

Though he carried with him the loot of the ages, who in The Pass-that legalized city of vice and corruption-would dare risk his neck to help Russell, the Hard Luck Man of the Swamps?

Dakta death, horrible beyond the weirdest fever-dreams of Earth-men, faced Space Ship Commander Gerry Norton.

"e;But-why us?

Even after dark it was hot here.

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

Darkness and the chill glitter of stars.

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

Those crazy, sloppy, frog-like Narakans .

Idiotic pets rate idiotic masters.

He got the lock open as they retreated for another charge.

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

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

The outcasts; the hunted of all the brighter worlds, crowded onto Yaroto.

Grimly Eric John Stark slogged toward that ancient Martian city-with every step he cursed the talisman of Ban Cruach that flamed in his blood-stained belt.

Child, it was, of the now ancient H-bomb.

Among the metal-persons of Phobos, robot B-12 held a special niche.

All space was electrified as that harsh challenge rang out .

Planet Stories was an American pulp science fiction magazine, published between 1939 and 1955.

Temple faced leaving Earth-and the girl he loved-if his country drafted him.

To some passengers a maiden voyage was a pleasure cruise; to others it meant a hope for new life.

What made the mass of this tiny asteroid fluctuate in defiance of all known physical laws?

There was a reason why his scripts were smash hits-they had realism.

Being expelled from an air lock into deep space was the legal method of execution.

Invading Earth was going to be a cinch, the Triomed scout decided.

Nobody knew very much about the Sargasso area of the void; only one thing was certain: if a ship was caught there it was doomed in The Graveyard Of Space.

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