Science fiction: space opera

Within the Goddard's hurtling hull Captain "e;Steel-Wall"e; McCausland, hero of the space fleets, nursed his secret plan for an Earth reborn.

Trapped in a protective underground world made of reinforced concrete they can here their enemies chipping away at their walls day after day, year after year, eventually they will get through, then what happens?

For ages Mankind labelled Mercury a dead world-a red-hot, seething outpost of hell.

Shure and begorra, it was a great day for the Earth!

This Hollow Union is the second of four thrilling instalments of John Scalzi's The End of All Things.

Deep in the Future he found the answer to Man's age-old problem.

Spud, world-famous dummy, talks to Mars with surprising results.

Even after dark it was hot here.

No mortal had ever seen the Martians, but they had heard their whisperings-without knowing the terrible secret they kept hidden.

If matter transference really works-neanderthalers can pop up anywhere.

There had to be a way for Sub-Archivist Clarey to get up in the world-but this way was right out of the tri-di dramas.

Sextus Rollo Forsyte had his trouble with the bottle, but nothing out of a bottle ever produced such a hotel as the Mahoney-Plaza: only 260 rooms .

You think you know all about prairie dogs but I bet you don't even know this.

Besides being born (that is an ordeal, no less an ordeal because you forget it) the worst thing to be gone through is to be a new boy in a small Southern town.

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

I was psick of Psi powers, not having any.

Lovely Brenda Carson, scholarly Jerome, pompous Livingston .

What defense could she raise against mutant science-telepathy, invisibility, teleportation-especially since Earth was not aware of its danger!

History was repeating itself; there were moats and nobles in Pennsylvania and vassals in Manhattan and the barbarian hordes were overrunning the land.

Hubbard had seen queegy birds before, but this was the first time he had ever seen a lame one.

Revolution is not necessarily a noble thing.

When he opened the door to the shed that day, and saw the axe suspended in mid-air, he understood what was wrong.

What chance had the castaway Earthman and his crossbow-weaponed Amazons against the mighty Frogmasters of the Veiled Planet?

Simms had the toughest assignment of his career.

As I sit down to write here amidst the shadows of vine-leaves under the blue sky of southern Italy, it comes to me with a certain quality of astonishment that my participation in these amazing adventures of Mr.

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

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

No conceivable force could penetrate Terri's shield.