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Here is your passport into the fascinating world of science fiction...eleven dazzling, jet-propelled, rocket-paced tales of tomorrow by one of today's leading writers.

Two men alone on a space station—an over-zealous colonel and the civilian who tries to talk him out of dropping three hydrogen bombs on Washington, D.C. A seductive actress signs up for the maiden flight of a space ship so that she can track down the husband who jilted her. ...

"I'm Julian Cole. I'm a science writer. I've read about every theory of history you can name, and only one makes sense: the one which assumes that every historical event is aimed personally at my very own head." Sounds paranoid, doesn't it? But wait. Suppose you had the job given ...

They have the minds of men—but not the bedies. Planted on the planets centuries ago in order to conquer the galaxy, these man mutations have gradually gained control of space. Now they are looking for new worlds to settle. And in their search, it is only natural that they turn...to ...

He kissed her. He kissed her as he had not kissed anyone in years. She was limp in his arms... Then, somewhere, he heard a clock striking ten. "I have to leave," he said. "Stay, Gil..." "Somebody tried to kill me today," he told her... She looked at him silently with great concern, ...

When Jingo rode into Tower Creek on the day of the little town's twentieth anniversary, he met love and he met hate, and both brought him trouble. Love he found in the person of lovely Eugenia Tyrrel, whom he danced with in spite of the sheriff's threats, but he discovered that she ...

Bill Gary was blinded by the agony of torn flesh. Red sparks of pain flared through him. He saw Frosty, his mouth dripping with blood, ready to spring again. Bill struck at the leaping form...and missed. The wolf's teeth were at his throat! Bill Gary was dead. But this only encouraged ...

Alex came innocently into the house. His friend lead a mysterious sickness. Alex did not know that the sickness was in a woman's soul, and that he would almost die of it, too. Still another big printing of the high-octane novel that had all America talking and enthralled millions ...

He shot Jake Halloran in the head, then turned to me, smiling, the Luger held loosely in his right hand. "Hello pal," he said. "My name's Ralph Angers. What's yours?" That's how I met him, this grave-looking, clean-cut, totally mad young man, who walked through my town with a gun, ...