Short e-books (30min to read) of Bryce Walton

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.

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

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.