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The one great feud that shook whole worlds in its final terrible settling--the feud of Hawk Carse and Dr. Ku Sui. ExcerptThough it is seldom nowadays that Earthmen hear mention of Hawk Carse, there are still places in the universe where his name retains all its old magic. These are the lonely outposts of the farthest planets, and here when the outlanders gather to yarn the idle hours away their tales conjure up from the past that raw, lusty period before the patrol-ships came, and the slender adventurer, gray-eyed and with queer bangs of hair obscuring his forehead, whose steely will, phenomenal ray-gun draw and reckless space-ship maneuverings combined to make him the period's most colorful...
A vibrant drama which ranged clear from Saturn to Earth, the core of which was the feud between Captain Carse and the power-lusting Eurasian scientist, Dr. Ku Sui.
""A trick? Carse was famed for them. A trap? But how?"" ExcerptHad not old John Sewell, the historian, recognized Hawk Carse for what he was--a creator of new space-frontiers, pioneer of vast territories for commerce, molder of history through his long feud with the powerful Eurasian scientist, Ku Sui--the adventurer would doubtless have passed into oblivion like other long-forgotten spacemen. We have Sewell's industry to thank for our basic knowledge of Carse. His ""Space-Frontiers of the Last Century"" is a thorough work and the accepted standard, but even it had of necessity to be compressed, and many meaty episodes of the Hawk's life go almost unmentioned.
Garth Howard, prey to half the animals of the forest, fights valiantly to regain his lost five feet of size.
Down to tremendous ocean depths goes Commander Keith Wells in his blind duel with marauding "machine-fish"
Far down into the earth goes a gleaming metal sphere whose passengers are deadly enemies.
One of the spectacular exploits of Hawk Carse, greatest of space adventurers. ExcerptHawk Carse came to the frontiers of space when Saturn was the frontier planet, which was years before the swift Patrol ships brought Earth's law and order to those vast regions. A casual glance at his slender figure made it seem impossible that he was to rise to be the greatest adventurer in space, that his name was to carry such deadly connotation in later years. But on closer inspection, a number of little things became evident: the steadiness of his light gray eyes; the marvelously strong-fingered hands; the wiry build of his splendidly proportioned body. Summing these things up and adding the brilliant r...
From a tender young age, Desmond Brice was aware of his special gifts. He could hear strange voices that no one else could hear whispering to him from out of the fire. Desmond is a farm boy tied to the family plot in Canyon County, Oregon which isn't much of anywhere. The one horse prairie town is especially lonesome for a prodigiously intelligent kid was burgeoning gifts. As Desmond grows older, he learns to hone this ability. At the same time however he discovers that his skills are coveted for their dark powers. When one of his college classmates, Sarah Taylor, lets on that she's aware of his ability, it begins a cat and mouse game which Desmond must win, or else risk losing his psychic powers to the government agency desperate to exploit him. In this first book of The Strange Air series of supernatural mysteries, we follow Desmond Brice through a series of vignettes from his school days through his days as a professor as he learns to lie, hide and finally embrace the truth of who he is.
The story of the "Torpedo Plan" and of Capt. Lances heroic part in America's last mighty battle with the United Slaves
All gazed, transfixed, at the vast form that towered above them. Excerpt ""The face of the giant was indeed that of a god....""On that summer day the sky over New York was unflecked by clouds, and the air hung motionless, the waves of heat undisturbed. The city was a vast oven where even the sounds of the coiling traffic in its streets seemed heavy and weary under the press of heat that poured down from above. In Washington Square, the urchins of the neighborhood splashed in the fountain, and the usual midday assortment of mothers, tramps and out-of-works lounged listlessly on the hot park benches.As a bowl, the Square was filled by the torrid sun, and the trees and grass drooped like the pe...