Wilder Publications Inc : 1020 books

The little house pet from Venus didn’t like New York, so New York had to change.

A rousing tale featuring a family named the Gilpins. Follow their adventures as they travel to Australia to start a new life. Hard work, courage, and determination guide them through tough times and they triumph as a family.

Fra Rafael saw strange things, impossible things. Then there was the mystery of the seven young virginal girls of Huascan.

Among the metal-persons of Phobos, robot B-12 held a special niche. He might not have been stronger, larger, faster than some … but he could be devious … and more important, he was that junkyard planetoid’s only moonshiner.

Old Mr. Wiley and the dog came over every night ... but were they real?

“This Ilbrahaim, though—he swears our camp’s being haunted. He thinks a weredog, or werewolf, has attached itself to us. Says he woke and saw it prowling about last night.”

From where had these attacking Indians come? Out of a long forgotten and dim past? Had their medicine man seen the one supreme vision?

Giving Certain Powers the business for a change would be a joy—but it must not backfire—and here at last was the perfect recoilless diddle!

The Masters had ruled all space with an unconquerable iron fist. But the Masters were gone. And this new, young race who came now to take their place—could they hope to defeat the ancient Enemy of All?

It looked exactly like a little dog waiting to be lifted into its mistress’ arms. It had dimension and a definite personality. It seemed more than a shadow or a wet spot.

We have said that there are many and strange shadows, memories surviving from dim pasts, in this FANTASTIC UNIVERSE of ours. Poul Anderson turns to a legend from the Northern countries, countries where even today the pagan past seems only like yesterday, and tells the story of Cappen Varra, who came...

After rescuing a beautiful maiden, Conan escapes to a remote island where he encounters a skulking creature and mysterious iron statues, and is captured by pirates. Is this the end for Conan?

I do not know where I may be when this preface is read. As I write it in August 1916, I am at Ebrington Barracks, Londonderry, recovering from a slight wound. But it does not greatly matter where I am; my dreams are here before you amongst the following pages; and writing in a day when life is cheap,...

This collection helped make Lord Dunsany a fantasy legend. Poetic prose, magical lands, old gods, atmospheric castles, ghosts, magic, power, and majesty fill these pages. "There was once a man who sought a boon of the gods. For peace was over the world and all things savoured of sameness, and...