A lean wind wails through the age-old avenues of Dawningsburgh. Mornings, it brings sand from surrounding hills and scrubs at fresh paint, neon signs endlessly proclaiming the city’s synthetic name and street markers in seven languages. At sunrise it prepares the dunes for footprints of scurrying guided tourists. When icy night clamps down and the intruders scamper to their hotels, the wind howls as it flings after them a day’s collection of paper cups, bottle caps and...
There in Pegana lay the gods asleep, and in a corner lay the Power of the gods alone upon the floor, a thing wrought of black rock and four words graven upon it, whereof I might not give thee any clue, if even I should find it—four words of which none knoweth. Some say they tell of the opening of a flower towards dawn, and others say they concern earthquakes among hills, and others that they tell of the death of fishes, and others that the words be these: Power, Knowledge, Forgetting, and...
Sylvia, Queen of the Woods, in her woodland palace, held court, and made a mockery of her suitors. She would sing to them, she said, she would give them banquets, she would tell them tales of legendary days, her jugglers should caper before them, her armies salute them, her fools crack jests with them and make whimsical quips, only she could not love them. This was not the way, they said, to treat princes in their splendour and mysterious troubadours concealing kingly names; it was not in...
The men of Yarnith hold that nothing began until Yarni Zai uplifted his hand. Yarni Zai, they say, has the form of a man but is greater and is a thing of rock. When he uplifted his hand all the rocks that wandered beneath the Dome, by which name they call the sky, gathered together around Yarni Zai. Of the other worlds they say nought, but hold that the stars are the eyes of all the other gods that look on Yarni Zai and laugh, for they are all greater than he, though they have gathered no worlds...
And so I came to be directed to the shop of a dreamer who lives not far from the Embankment in the City. Among so many streets as there are in the city it is little wonder that there is one that has never been seen before; it is named Go-by Street and runs out of the Strand if you look very closely. Now when you enter this man’s shop you do not go straight to the point but you ask him to sell you something, and if it is anything with which he can supply you he hands it you and wishes you...
You do not always have to go looking for a guardian angel. He may be looking for you—but perhaps for somebody else's benefit! Rhadampsicus and Nodalictha were on their honeymoon, and consequently they were sentimental. To be sure, it would not have been easy for humans to imagine sentiment as existing between them. Humans would hardly associate tenderness with glances cast from sets of sixteen eyes mounted on jointed eye stalks, nor link langorous thrills with a coy mingling of positronic...
Dorothy, rope-dancer and palmist, arrives at the Château de Roborey with her circus, she’s already observed strange excavations at the grounds. Fate drags her and her motley crew of war orphans into a quest for long-lost ancestral treasure, but a new-found nemesis is close on her trail.<P> Maurice Leblanc, most famous for his Arsène Lupin stories, here switches to a new protagonist, but fans of his other work will find her strangely recognisable. Indeed, the mystery presented here is...
Kirrin Island belonged to George: it was her very own, and she felt aggrieved when her father ‘borrowed’ it for one of his experiments. And to make matters worse, he built a mysterious tower in the ruins of the old castle.<P> The Five couldn’t really understand Uncle Quentin’s wish to be left quite alone, and as it turned out, it was a good thing that George took matters into her own hands one night—otherwise there would have been no more adventures on Kirrin Island, and Timmy...
The Third Golden Age of Mystery and Crime MEGAPACK® focuses on acclaimed mystery novelist David Alexander, who also produced a significant body of short fiction. Included in this volume are 20 stories and an essay:<P> COFFEE AND—<BR> AND ON THE THIRD DAY<BR> THE OTHER ONES<BR> DIE LIKE A DOG<BR> FIRST CASE<BR> MAMA’S BOY<BR> SCARECROW<BR> UNCLE TOM<BR> SURPRISE! SURPRISE!<BR> MAMA’S BOY<BR> THE GENTLEST OF THE...
The Gyrth family has guarded the Gyrth Chalice for hundreds of years. Its antiquity, its beauty, the legends that were connected with it, all combined to make it unique. No thief could hope to dispose of it in the ordinary way. And no ordinary thief would dream of trying. Kept in a windowless chapel, and protected by a fearsome curse, the Chalice should be impervious to thievery. But this is 1930, and crooks have all the advantages of the modern world.<P> The victim of a botched...