From the king of modern space opera comes a new adventure in the Prefect Dreyfus series--Machine Vendetta is a thrilling tale of deadly conspiracies and old enemies that refuse to die. Panoply is a small, efficient police force, dedicated to maintaining the rule of democracy among the ten thousand disparate city-states orbiting the planet Yellowstone. Ingvar Tench was one of Panoply's most experienced operatives. So why did she walk alone and unarmed...

Far beyond molten Mercury flashed the Patrol-pursued Falcon...Out to where black Vulcan whirled his hidden orbit, and a flame-auraed last child of Sol played his cosmic game. Leigh Brackett was the undisputed Queen of Space Opera and the first women to be nominated for the coveted Hugo Award. She wrote short stories, novels, and scripts for Hollywood. She wrote the first draft of the Empire Strikes Back shortly before her death in 1978.

No one had ever escaped from Venus' dread Stellar Legion. And, as Thekla the low-Martian learned, no one had ever betrayed it and-lived. Leigh Brackett was the undisputed Queen of Space Opera and the first women to be nominated for the coveted Hugo Award. She wrote short stories, novels, and scripts for Hollywood. She wrote the first draft of the Empire Strikes Back shortly before her death in 1978.

Even in this grip of alien horror a man could not throw away his lifetime goal ... and not stand idly by as endless rows of alabaster, shapes seated in their chars of stone, thought-rules this gargoyle planet from the dead blackness of deep Mercurian caverns. Leigh Brackett was the undisputed Queen of Space Opera and the first women to be nominated for the coveted Hugo Award. She wrote short stories, novels, and scripts for Hollywood. She wrote the...

Being, expelled from an air lock into deep space was the legal method of execution. It was also, the only way a man could, qualify for The Legion Of Lazarus. Hyrst had been, convicted and executed for a murder he did not, commit. Fifty years later, his body was unfrozen and revived. He was no longer quite the same man he had been, but he still intended to find out who had committed the murder and clear his name.

"Lorelei of the Red Mist" is a thrilling science fiction novella co-written by Ray Bradbury and Leigh Brackett. The story follows the adventures of Hugh Starke, a notorious space outlaw, who finds himself in an unusual predicament after his death. His mind is transferred into a new, powerful body by a mysterious woman named Rann, who rules a deadly world covered in red mist. With his new form, Starke is thrown into a chaotic struggle for power, involving...

Arthur Chamberlain is, an engineer who works at the Metropolitan Tower in Midtown Manhatten. When the sun suddenly begins moving backwards in the sky he is, the only person who realizes what this means. A flaw in the rock beneath the building has caused it to subside, but instead of moving in space, the building is falling backwards into the past. When it finally stops, he and the other 2,000 people in the building find themselves stranded in a dangerous...

To translate writings, you need a key to the code-and if the last writer of Martian died forty thousand years before the first writer of Earth was born ... how could the Martian be translated...? An expedition from Earth to Mars discovers a deserted city, the remains of an advanced civilization that died out 50,000 years before. The human scientists recover books and documents left behind, and are puzzled by their contents. Will they be able to...

Like pioneers in Earth's past, Terry and his wife came to the red planet seeking their fortune. But others came too, ready to prove- There was death above. The Martian Sand Vulture swooped and hissed and twitched its barbed, poisonous tail in the thin air. There was death below. The man lay cradled in the pebbly sand. Red sand that matched the color of his hair and the color of the blood oozing slowly from the hole in his forehead and trickling...

Science said it could not be, but there it was. And whoosh-look out-here it is again! Spaceship crews should be selected on the basis of their non-irritating qualities as individuals. No chronic complainers, no hypochondriacs, no bugs on cleanliness-particularly no one-man parties. I speak from bitter experience. Because on the first expedition to Mars, Hugh Allenby damned near drove us nuts with his puns.