Alien Earth and Other Stories
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Alien Earth and Other Stories is a 1969 paperback anthology edited by Roger Elwood and Sam Moskowitz. The cover blurb teases "Man discovers his limitations — and his dangers — in a world where the trees talk, robots think and heartless machines make the final decisions."
The lineup of authors is impressive, including Ray Bradbury, Robert Bloch, Isaac Asimov, Arthur C. Clarke, A.E. van Vogt, Clifford D. Simak, Andre Norton, Edmond Hamilton and Erle Stanley Gardner. The original publication dates run from the 1920s to the '30s, '40s and '50s.
Considerable effort went into resurrecting this book from someone's very poor original conversion. Hundreds of broken sentences, misspelled words and conversion artifacts have been corrected. I'm certain I've missed things, but the book is now very readable.
• Alien Earth • (1949) • novelette by Edmond Hamilton
• The Past Master • (1955) • novelette by Robert Bloch
• Rain Magic • essay by Erle Stanley Gardner
• Rain Magic • (1928) • novelette by Erle Stanley Gardner
• Ultimate Melody • [Tales from the White Hart] • (1957) • shortstory by Arthur C. Clarke (variant of The Ultimate Melody)
• The Loot of Time • (1938) • novelette by Clifford D. Simak
• Doodad • (1943) • shortstory by Ray Bradbury
• Automaton • (1950) • shortstory by A. E. van Vogt
• The People of the Crater • [Garan] • (1947) • novelette by Andre Norton
• Franchise • (1955) • shortstory by Isaac Asimov
admit you stole the paintings. Why?" "Because of the bombs, of course. The war is coming, the big one. Before tomorrow morning your planes will be over the Russian border and their planes will retaliate. That's only the beginning. It will go on for months, years. In the end— shambles. But the masterpieces I take will be saved." "How?" "I told you. Tonight, at nine, I return to my own place in the time-continuum." He raised his hand. "Don't tell me it's not possible. According to your
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his name insistently. . . . not his number—his name. Each time they had asked him a question, something about a formula for— For what? He couldn't remember, something about—about— Abruptly, it came back! Crouching there in the darkness, he closed his eyes in a sheer physical reaction. "I gave it them. I told them the formula. But who was—them?" It could only have been some member of the crew of a Vulture ship, he told himself shakily. The Tobors didn't know his name. To them he was . . .
she was to have lured him back to safety) as he listened to the fateful words. "Women," Sorn was saying, "they're wonderful!" THE PEOPLE OF THE CRATER Andre Norton Chapter One—Through the Blue Haze Six months and three days after the Peace of Shanghai was signed and the great War of 1965-1970 declared at an end by an exhausted world, a young man huddled on a park bench in New York, staring miserably at the gravel beneath his badly worn shoes. He had been trained to fill the pilot's seat in
held her love, she might have extended him her friendship. But he knew within him that friendship would be a poor crumb beside the feast his pulses pounded for. There was a pattering of feet behind him. So, she would call him back! His pride sent him on. But it was Sera. Her head thrust forward until she truly resembled a reptile. "Fool! Morgel!" she spat. "Even the Black Ones did not treat her so. Get you out of the Place of Women lest they divide your skin among them!" Garin broke free, not