Слог и диалоги Алексея Петрова вполне соответствуют ситуации, и создают именно ту атмосферу, которую нужно. Разве что… Слишком уж стиль этот изъезжен нашими родными русскими литераторами, нет?

Carolyn Ives Gilman’s Exile’s End is a complex, sometimes uncomfortable examination of artifact repatriation and cultural appropriation.

An artifact of indescribable and irreplaceable beauty created by an “extinct” culture has been the basis of another culture’s origin stories. The race who created the artifact has survived on a distant world and has sent a representative to reclaim it, throwing everything into question.

Inspired by the SF camp in Danzhai, China, which is co-hosted by the Future Administration Authority (FAA) and Wanda Group.

At the Publisher’s request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.

“Far” is strictly a relative term. Half a world away from home is, sometimes, no distance at all!

It’s hundreds of miles from the nearest ocean, and a hundred times too big to be a ship. It looks like nothing anyone ever saw. And it’s crashed just outside Tombstone with something alive inside.

It’s hundreds of miles from the nearest ocean, and a hundred times too big to be a ship. It looks like nothing anyone ever saw. And it’s crashed just outside Tombstone with something alive inside.

«Стоя под вышкой для прыжков с резиновым канатом, Ивана достала из-за пазухи фломастер и кусок газеты с роковой заметкой, написала на этом куске: «Все, мама! Я улетела! Ивана…», спрятала газету за пазуху и решительно полезла вверх по мокрым перекладинам металлической лестницы. Порой ее руки соскальзывали с этих перекладин и казалось, что она сорвется. Но она продолжала взбираться все выше…»

Michael is a troubled individual. Feeling different all of his life he has listened to the voices in the shadows and lived exactly as he pleased. No pity, no regret, no concern for other people; in fact the only emotion he values is pain and there is a pain in being alive.

(c) Christopher Evans 1980, 1997This story first appeared in Extro Vol. 2, No. 3, 1980. This version slightly revised from the original.

(c) Christopher Evans 1980, 1997This story first appeared in Extro Vol. 2, No. 3, 1980. This version slightly revised from the original.

“You’re back in the bushes, kid, with one of your spikes in a rookie’s grave and one still touching a big league rubber. You can go back either way — but one is called a comeback!”

He had waited five years behind bars, thinking of nothing but the rookie cop whose lies had put him there. Now, at last, he was free.

Even in their most intimate moments Carol couldn’t forget that not so long ago he’d held another woman in his arms.

After risking the neck of her loved ones and herself during her perilous sea voyage aboard The Basilisk, and the discoveries made at Keonga, Isabella, Lady Trent, returns to Scirland with the aim of publishing her research. And yet, given the level of secret knowledge she now posses, she is reduced to waiting to reveal her new academic discovery until royal decrees can be lifted and a fraught political situation avoided. In her idle frustration, Isabella vents her spleen upon the shoddy research published by lesser men with swollen heads in local journals. Enjoy the following collection of letters, found in a trunk of mislaid scholarly documents left behind when she removed to Linshire for the season.

When a robot defies his programming, is he broken? Or is he something else?A short story of 5,000 words.

When lightning plays along the baselines and match point stands between hell and glory — a wrong guy needs more than the right racket — to meet a champion’s thunder!

Little did Ellis Morgan’s wife know what she was in for when a famous beauty came back into her husband’s life...

The mountain has provided Jessie with everything a growing kid could ever need: safety, shelter, an education. Then Ginger went dark. Now Jessie needs spare parts to fix the robot, but the world outside is nothing like what’s described in the books from the Oldworld. A mountain education didn’t prepare Jessie for this.

Transcriber’s Note:This etext was produced from Astounding Stories June 1932. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.