All e-books of Bryce Walton

I was suddenly wide awake and listening.

We, Sam Lewis thought as he lay in the dark trying to sober up, are the living dead.

As a Watchman in a man-made kind of observational meteor floating millions of miles from nowhere out among the planets, Barton had two main duties.

The Minister of Peace asked the United States President if he had heard from the Secretary of State.

By Kenneth O'Hara Illustrated by Zimmerman [Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from IF Worlds of Science Fiction March 1953.

The Captain told Kane to take his cushion pills, that they were contacting the pits at La Guardia within half an hour.

The old man's face was turning gray with fatigue under the wrinkled brown.

Illustrated by Kelly Freas [Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from IF Worlds of Science Fiction March 1953.

[Illustration] _The body tanks had to be replenished and the ship had to be serviced--and the crew was having a Lotus dream in its bed of protoplasm.

_by_ BRYCE WALTON _"Nothing around those other suns but ashes and dried blood," old Dunbar told the space-wrecked, desperate men.

[Sidenote: _SHE CAME TO MARS IN SEARCH OF SOMETHING, SHE KNEW NOT WHAT, TO GIVE HER LIFE MEANING.

A warning hum started somewhere down in the audoviso.

Some people had disagreed with him.

First one up this tallest summit in the Solar System was a rotten egg ...

Doctor Spechaug stopped running, breathing deeply and easily where he paused in the middle of the narrow winding road.

Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced Science Fiction Stories 1953.