State Security Agent, Colonel Ilya Simonov, was sent to Prague to the Moskvich car dealership. Recently, a wind of change has been blowing from Prague. It's horrible! The Soviet government intends to end it!...
Man from Time is a short science fiction novel written in 1954 for the magazine Fantastic Universe. The method by which one person could be precisely defined in the vastness of Eternity was the problem that the universal Frank Belknap Long dealt with in this story. And, as all minds of great discernment know, this would be a simple human quality that he would find most effective even in solving Space-time. "In the depths of the future, he found the answer to the eternal problem of man." It's nice to publish this new, high-quality and affordable edition of this timeless story....
"Horng sat opposite the tiny, fragile creature who held a microphone, its wires attached to an interpreting machine. He blinked his huge eyes slowly, his stiff mouth fumblingly forming words of a language his race had not used for thirty thousand years. 'Kor was . . . is . . . God . . . Knowledge.' He had tried to convey this to the small creatures who had invaded his world, but they did not heed. Their ill-equipped brains were trying futilely to comprehend the ancient race memory of his people."...
Each status quo-caste society in history has left two roads open to rise above your caste: Priest and Warrior. But in the society of television and tranquilizers - the Warrior takes on a new strange meaning ......
My first sensation was a sudden and severe cooling - the cold that pierced my body and swallowed it like a charge of electricity. For a moment, I was not aware of anything else. Then I realized that I was drowning in cold water and instinctively struggling with the need to suffocate and breathe fresh air. I kicked weakly and frantically. I opened my eyes and squeezed them when the bright green water stung them. Then I froze for a moment, as if suspended above the depths, and began to rise. It seemed a few hours before I again went up to the open air and, fortunately, drank it deep into my...
It was in the thirty-fourth century that the dark star began its famous conquest, which has no analogues in the stellar annals. Phobar, an astronomer, discovered this. He swept the skies with one of the recently invented multipurpose comet hunters of Sussendorf, when something caught his eye - a new star with huge brilliance in the foreground of the constellation Hercules....
“Why don't you find yourself a pretty American,” his father often repeated. But George was on Venus ... and he loved the pale green skin ... and spherical heads, and most of all George loved Gistla....
In 1921, John Jones put in the bank one dollar at 3% per annum and bequeathed this contribution to his fortieth descendant. After a thousand years, this contribution has reached unprecedented proportions....
This is the dawn of the Great War. Young Ronald Ewart is ready to enlist in the army, but before that he goes to Scotland to visit his bride, Myra MacLeod. During fishing together, Myra inexplicably loses her sight after she saw a green blinking light. Her father also has a strange experience, and then the faithful dog of Mira will also go blind. They turn to the leading eye specialist, who seems to be an amateur detective, and he takes on the task of uncovering the secret of the green ray....
It was the time of the Alaskan gold rush in the 1890’s when sled dogs were very in demand. It is a story about a dog named Buck. He grew up with a comfortable life at Shepherd’s ranch. He was always fed and happy.But from the first day that Buck was stolen he learnt about hunger, thirst, and cruelty. Buck’s life changed. He was harnessed with other dogs to carry the government post. The dog pack had its own laws and Buck had to get used to them....
To disobey the orders of the Council of Four was unthinkable to a Space Admiral of the old school. But the trouble was, the school system had changed. A man, a fighter, an Admiral had to think for himself now, if his people were to live....
The rough notes that make up this story were given to me by the person who tells the story. For obvious reasons, I changed the names of the leaders and hereby confirm the guarantee I received that the originals of such people can survive if their discovery is deemed desirable. This change of names, a combination of several disparate, and sometimes almost illegible, memoranda and the reduction of mass to a consistent form is all that was required of me or would be allowed to me. The expedition mentioned by the narrator in Labrador did not return and was not accurately traced. He does not...
