Wilder Publications Inc : 1020 books

There in Pegana lay the gods asleep, and in a corner lay the Power of the gods alone upon the floor, a thing wrought of black rock and four words graven upon it, whereof I might not give thee any clue, if even I should find it—four words of which none knoweth. Some say they tell of the opening of...

Later the King, going abroad through his new kingdom, came on the Temple of the gods of Old. There he found the roof shattered and the marble columns broken and tall weeds met together in the inner shrine, and the gods of Old, bereft of worship or sacrifice, neglected and forgotten. And the King asked...

Once more the epic struggle between the Elder Gods and the Ancient Ones was having repercussions on one of earth's seemingly most peaceful valleys.

Retread Shop--an Alien-controlled galactic bazaar of unimaginable wealth, rigid caste systems, violent battles and ancient cutthroat rivalries. Young Billy McGuire, its only human and an orphan, is unwanted, scorned, and forced to steal for his living. But now he has a patron, a mysterious Alien trader...

You too can be a Qurono. All you need do is geoplanct. All you need know is when to stop!

Venus was the most miserable planet in the system, peopled by miserable excuses for human beings. And somewhere among this conglomeration of boiling protoplasm there was a being unlike the others, a being who walked and talked like the others but who was different—and afraid the difference would be discovered. You’ll remember this short story.

Matt Dragoneaux the Vigilante has destroyed nearly a thousand Battleglobes of the Anarchate, the ruthless commercial combine that has ruled the galaxy for two million years. Their doctrine is “anarchy is profitable!” But Matt’s fleet of T’Chak warships has suffered the loss of five A.I. minds....

Matt Dragoneaux the Vigilante hits the star lanes with a fleet of T’Chak Dreadnought warships, aiming to defeat a two million year-old military machine that runs the galaxy for the Anarchate, a ruthless commercial combine that says anarchy is profitable. To that end the Anarchate allows cloneslavery...

The weird, invisible insect depopulated an entire planet. Now it was felling Thompson’s crew as his ship hurtled toward the sun ... certain death for all, including the disease carrier. Forgotten in the panic was Buster, Thompson’s wise cat.

The creatures on the little planet were real bafflers. The first puzzler about them was that they died so easily. The second was that they didn’t die at all.

Darkness and the chill glitter of stars. Bo Jonsson crouched on a whirling speck of stone and waited for the man who was coming to kill him.

If you ever get to drinking beer in your favorite saloon and meet a scared little guy who wants to buy you the joint, supply you with fur coats and dolls and run you for Congress—listen well! That is, if you really want the joint, the fur coats, the dolls and a seat in Congress. Just ask Mike Murphy . . . .

Ships switching from hyper to normal space had to do it in a micro-second—if the crews were to live. But it would take Brad suicidal minutes!

Women rule because of their greater ability to use and understand logic while men can't be trusted to be anything other than emotional. 'Venus Is a Man's World' takes you on a humorous, satirical romp that only William Tenn could pull off. Wry, witty, and intelligent.