When four guys are after one thing, and one guy plays God with their ambitions, watch out!

In this swift and striking novel, John D. MacDonald examines the ferment of a big-time convention — the plots, the savage maneuverings, the dreadful ease with which a man or a dream can be destroyed.

He faced the harshest accusation that any husband can face. And no one in town believed he could be innocent — except his wife, who would have to prove it.

In the years since she’d rejected him he’d achieved everything else a man could want. Now in this sudden meeting, he saw his chance to get even.

To see through a murderous criminal’s mask of deceit and cunning takes a detective — or the instinct of an old-maid schoolteacher.

Last Sunday’s bull had been bad, but it was the thought of the coining Sunday which made jelly of Pablo’s knees.

About THE NEON JUNGLE, James Sandoe of the New York Herald Tribune said: “Very lively show... like reading Dostoevsky on a roller coaster.”

About THE DAMNED, MICKEY SPILLANE made the much quoted statement: “I wish I had written this book.”

And about DEAD LOW TIDE, Anthony Boucher of The New York Times said: “Writing is marked by sharp observation, vivid dialogue and... a sense of sweet warm horror.”

Now here is John D. MacDonald’s finest... ALL THESE CONDEMNED... a haunting novel of havoc and murder, written by the blond, baby-faced, ruthless young man who is passionately interested in humankind’s darker instincts!

Four people, plucked out of time at the instant of dying, become hunted beings in a grim game whose object is their second death!

Marriage wasn’t for her; she was happy with her career and her secluded retreat. But if one man believed her, another didn’t.

His death was a thin red line on a chart... not a gun, not poison, but simply the cold, errorless science of the doomsday men. And even as he prepared to fight it. Larkin knew grimly that — for him — there was no escape in this world!

SHE HAD TWO PASTS — AND NO FUTURE

But in the beginning Gev Dean didn’t know about that. It was one of those cold, misting December afternoons when dusk comes at three. He didn’t see the girl until she was suddenly in front of him, slim and dark and with her raincoat wrapped tight around her. She wanted a job at Dean Products, she said.

And why not... She didn’t look like the kind of girl she was. And even after her high-polish exterior had been ripped away to reveal a shadow of the ugly forces beneath, Gev Dean still wasn’t sure what she was really like.

A shorter version of this work appeared in Collier’s under the title “My Brother’s Widow.”

Dale Lorin, gaunt, somber veteran of the Third World War, visionary, idealist, ex-political columnist, was deeply scarred by the two tragedies in his life. He was dangerously close to a Messiah complex in his desire to make the world of 1967 free, for a time at least, of the almost unbearable international tension. The United States had become a second class power in a world once again hag-ridden by fascism. Dake Lorin was working with Darwin Branson, an elder statesman, engaged in arranging secret treaties to give the world a breathing space. Ballroom of the Skies is the story of how Dake Lorin found the incredible answer to why, despite the essential goodness of everyman, there will never be peace and sanity on Earth. He found why he had to be driven to the thin edge of madness before he could be of service to Empire. This is the story of an ultimate conspiracy, and an ultimate answer.

Francie held the secret the Red Spies wanted. Would she destroy the man she loved or sacrifice the safety of her country?

They had him on the spot, this clean, big boy who knew his day in the ring had passed and wanted to hang up his gloves. But Big John had one friend who wouldn’t hesitate to match a rotten deal with equally shady trickery to right a wrong!

Enterprise and resourcefulness — two great assets when dealing with the east.

Exotic captive of a power-mad barbarian, Latmini bartered a blood-soaked Buddhist treasure for the wares of a ruthless merchant of death.

A man-eater champ — an out-of-the-hinterlands challenger — a fight where hate rides every punch — and only sudden death can name the winner!

Lonely, bewildered, lost in the maelstrom of the ages, he roamed — to be cruelly shared by worlds other than his own — and yet—

Duncan MacLendon’s business career seemed doomed on that seventeenth hole. And instead of his most dependable iron, he found himself wielding that warped, unbalanced monstrosity, the spectral...

Duncan MacLendon’s business career seemed doomed on that seventeenth hole. And instead of his most dependable iron, he found himself wielding that warped, unbalanced monstrosity, the spectral...