The Gwannon natives practiced ritual magic under the gaze of their earthly rulers. Hunting, farming, raising children - all this required special spells that only a strong shun could do. But when locals from Gwannon send prophecies about the end of the world, this could also be the end for the Terrans. It seems that the locals really want the end of the world - because the promised afterlife will be much, much better. And who can argue with the shoonoon and their prophetic dreams? Miles Gilbert, a reporter for Kwannon Planetwide News Service, is due to save this day. After all, only he can...
The United States Navy cruiser Wunsocket, walking a calm path through the Mediterranean Sea, up the Aegean Sea and through the Dardanelles to the Bosphorus, stopped for the night in Istanbul, and then turned and returned. Along the way, he stopped in Gibraltar, Barcelona, Marseille, Genoa, Naples and Athens - the main friendly ports on the northern side of the Mediterranean Sea. On the way back he performed the same ritual on the African side of the sea. His most famous passengers were the US Secretary of State, two senators and three representatives....
Bert Redmond never heard of the place until he received Joan's letter. But here she is, a tiny village hiding among the hills of Ramapo in the lower state of New York, just a few miles from a Tuxedo. There was a stiff, white-painted church, a department store with the inevitable gas pump at the curb and a dozen or so ruined frame houses. It's all....
Successful colonies among stars require interstellar ships - but they also require a special kind of person. The kind you might not think to be looking ......
Truly a “labor of love,” this little book that Professor Lowell kindly allowed the author to devote to him is now presented to the public with the sincere hope that reading it can serve not only a momentary rest for an hour or two, but can nourish the love for the sublime science of astronomy and at the same time provide food for thought....
The Chicago Tribune of June 13, 189- contained this paragraph under the heading: “There is no big broker!” “The friends of Isidor Werner, a young man known in the trade council, are very concerned that he has not been seen for several days. He made his last appearance in a pit of wheat as a tough buyer on Tuesday afternoon. On that day, he left his office at Chamber of Commerce No. 87, and since then no one has seen him, and his whereabouts are unknown....
District leader Howard Morley leaned back in his chair to look at the bay. He lazily looked at the expanse of water between two inexpressive patches of land, then looked back at the skeleton-like spire that protrudes upward from the green hills that he just crossed. He remembered the time when this ruin was a pillar for one of the greatest bridges in the world....
Very nice and short. And I like the way women are portrayed: within the framework of their roles of that time, but at the same time as real people with brains and courage (well, in any case, one of them)....
They put Ramsay’s ship on a hostile planet, hoping that he would die of starvation, so the first thing he did was give most of his money and lose all other gambling. Then he had a fight with the chief of police and joined forces with a half-naked chick of a dream, who seemed to be prone to self-destruction. The stakes were big - a planet or two - but it all worked out......
