"You can see it - you can watch it - but you must not touch it!" And what could be more frustrating ... when you need to take it in your strongest hands in just one second ... The man finally entered the office of General George Garvers. When the door closed behind him, he saw a general who jumped up from his chair to greet him....
Although the most excellent food can be found on the table of metaphysical thought, there has never been a metaphysical history that sets out the picture of everyday life, in its search for and satisfaction through knowledge of the philosophy of Christ. Knowing the urgent need for such a book among many researchers and students on this topic, and hoping to help satisfy this need, this story is told....
Mankind hid in fear in homes. The largest cities - world capitals - can do nothing with the advancing enemy. The mysterious Horror swallows them. It all started in remote areas populated by small settlements. At night, unknown creatures began to attack the villages, and in the morning only gnawed corpses remained. The survivors in horror babbled about some shadows that could not be done any harm. And now humanity has shuddered. One after another, human settlements disappear under the onslaught of ethereal shadows that all the armies of the world cannot stop. Newspapers shout: “Attack from...
Dekker, returning from outer space, discovered great physical changes in the people of the Earth; changes that would have horrified him five years ago. But now he wanted to be like the others, even if he had to lose his eye and both ears to do this....
When George Randolph first saw Orena, he was struck by her brilliant perfection. There were hills and valleys, lakes and streams, shining with the light of the most precious metals. And, more surprisingly, it was a world of miniature perfection - an infinitely tiny universe inside a golden atom! But for Randolph, it was also a world blazing with danger. Somewhere in his tiny expanse were friends whom he had to save. Captured crazy, they were reduced to the size of their native Orena; to return to Earth, they needed the capsules for growth that Randolph brought them. Randolph had to find them...
A beach of yellow sand and the smallest logs on which the boy was sitting, staring intently at the radiant water. It was a wonderful morning in early May, and the sun was behind him, warm rays fell on him with a gentle caress. But the guy clearly did not notice his immediate environment; in the spirit, he followed the direction of his eyes a league or more to the west, where a mass of undetectable shadow piled up on the horizon....
If Frank Belknap Long is not one of the deans of science fiction writers, there can be no doubt that he occupies a high place on the faculty council. It seems that his pen is tireless, and his characters come to life, like not many other writers. We are sure that you will like this new disturbing story of his pen....
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....
