Masterpieces: The Best Science Fiction of the 20th Century

Masterpieces: The Best Science Fiction of the 20th Century

Language: English

Pages: 432

ISBN: 0441011330

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Masterpieces: The Best Science Fiction of the 20th Century

Language: English

Pages: 432

ISBN: 0441011330

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


An overview of the best science fiction short stories of the 20th century as selected and evaluated by critically-acclaimed author Orson Scott Card.

Featuring stories from the genre's greatest authors:

Isaac Asimov, Arthur C. Clarke, Robert A. Heinlein, Ursula K. Le Guin, Ray Bradbury, Frederik Pohl, Harlan Ellison, George Alec Effinger, Brian W. Aldiss, William Gibson & Michael Swanwick, Theodore Sturgeon, Larry Niven, Robert Silverberg, Harry Turtledove, James Blish, George R. R. Martin, James Patrick Kelly, Karen Joy Fowler, Lloyd Biggle, Jr., Terry Bisson, Poul Anderson, John Kessel, R.A. Lafferty, C.J. Cherryh, Lisa Goldstein, and Edmond Hamilton

The Time Travel Megapack: 25 Modern and Classic Science Fiction Stories

The Mammoth Book of New Sherlock Holmes Adventures

Collected Stories, Volume 2: The Sentinel

Alien Earth and Other Stories

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the room. The house was full of sandkings; he had to be careful where he put his feet. They all seemed busy on errands of their own. They were making modifications in his house, burrowing into or out of his walls, carving things. Twice he saw his own likeness staring out at him from unexpected places. The faces were warped, twisted, livid with fear. He went outside to get the bodies that had been rotting in the yard, hoping to appease the white maw’s hunger. They were gone, both of them. Kress

the horror of the surface. Silver needle aimed at the heart of the lords-magistrate. Alert, alert, it would shriek, alert, alert, alert—With its transmission relying on no satellites, with its message shoved out in one high-powered bow-wave. Crew on the world is in danger. And, code that no lord-navigator had ever hoped to transmit, a series of numbers in syntaxical link: Treachery; the lords-magistrate are traitors; aid and rescue—Alert, alert, alert— —anguished scream from a world of dust; a

still don’t know what you’re talking about. Where are my wife and kids?” “They’re dead.” Havelmann sat rigidly. The only sound was the hiss of the radiation detector. “Let me have a cigarette.” “There are no cigarettes left. I just smoked my last one.” Evans’ voice was distant. “I made two cartons last a year.” Havelmann’s gaze dropped. “How old my hands are! . . . Helen has lovely hands.” “Why are you going on with this charade?” The old man’s face reddened. “God damn you! Tell me what

kill us on the way home this morning. Or let Jimmy’s men kill us.” “I’ll call Lankey,” Baque said. “There’s nothing to worry about.” “No! If they suspect anything they won’t wait. We won’t have a chance.” “Then we’ll just wait until Lankey gets back.” “Do you think it’s safe to wait? They know we’re getting ready to leave.” Baque sat down heavily. It was the sort of move he expected Denton to make. Lankey picked his men carefully, he knew, but Denton had enough money to buy any man. And yet—

opened, she could see a policeman outside. It opened very often to admit the kind of civilians who were very polite to military people, and the kind of military people who were even more polite to certain civilians. She did not know what they all did nor what they wanted. Every single day they asked her four million five hundred thousand questions. Apparently they never talked to each other, because each of them asked her the same questions over and over. “What is your name?” “How old are you?”

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