With murder — or worse — in his little black bag he roamed the underworld — the timid little salesman of eternity who gagged at killing — yet killed for a...
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Sometimes, when it’s goal and seconds to go, a bruised and battered eleven who’ve been playing by the coach’s charts have got to throw away every play — and gamble for paydirt on the one called...
At bay against his dissolving skies he fought — the last champion of a star-spanning dynasty which never existed — save to...
Painting, foreign climes, girls who were fresh, tweet and young... all could be his; now to get rid of...
He’d been a big shot yesterday — he’d make tomorrow’s headlines. But this was today... the day he had to prove himself to ten gents — who were hell on...
A Bat in the...
His thirsty, home-made knives and his savage, warped soul made men hate — and...
Sooner or later, a gent who’s dying for war — meets a hombre who’s killing for...
The Howler was a nice boss, but he earned his nickname. He’d stand in the middle of his big restaurant kitchen, flapping his arms and screaming, while the help waited for him to burst. Noisy? You’d be noisy, too, if you knew what he knew!...
It's a case of the humanities versus alien efficiency when the emissaries of Strada get through to Earth via a trans-galactic back...