Leiber Fritz: 126 books

Who or what was the scoundrel that kept these couriers from the swift completion of their handsomely appointed rondos?

From a Grand Master of Science Fiction and Fantasy: In a post-apocalyptic future, a priest must fight the forces of evil in order to bring freedom to humanity.   Three-hundred and sixty years after a nuclear holocaust ravaged mankind, the world is fraught with chaos and superstition. Endowed with...

"Since I’ve gone this far, I’ll go a bit further and make the paradoxical admission that even us Deathlanders don’t really understand our urge to murder. Oh, we have our rationalizations of it, just like everyone has of his ruling passion—we call ourselves junkmen, scavengers, gangrene...

A must-read story collection from the Grand Master of Science Fiction and Fantasy and author of the Lankhmar series. Assembled from magazine submissions, fanzines, and even “lost” manuscripts discovered amongst the author’s personal papers, Horrible Imaginings includes two Nebula Award...

Once upon a time in Lankhmar, City of the Black Toga, in the world of Nehwon, two years after the Year of the Feathered Death, Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser parted their ways.

Three things warned the wizard’s apprentice that something was wrong: first the deep-trodden prints of iron-shod hooves along the forest path—he sensed them through his boots before stooping to feel them out in the dark; next, the eerie drone of a bee unnaturally abroad by night; and finally, a faint aromatic odor of burning.

A HEADLONG RIOT OF HILARIOUS SCIENCE FICTION SATIRE MEET SOME INSUFFERABLY WONDERFUL CHARACTERS, from the mad, gay, heady world of the "arts" GASPARD DE LA NUIT—human journeyman writer. He has problems with his rampant lover, Heloise Ibsen (assigned to him by his pub­lisher)....

I dipped through the filmy curtain into the boys' half of the dressing room and there was Sid sitting at the star's dressing table in his threadbare yellowed undershirt, the lucky one, not making up yet but staring sternly at himself in the bulb-framed mirror and experimentally working his features a...

My Space-partner was a good reliable sidekick—but his partner was something else!

Anybody who wanted to escape death could, by paying a very simple price--denial of life!

Have you found out about the Big Engine? It's all around us, you know—can't you hear it even now?

After World War III, a torn and devastated world is split between science and magic. A group of scientists with a super computer pit themselves against a group of politicians whose followers are desperate enough to believe anything. But in the end, nothing is what it seems and no one is to be trusted.

The fog-finger touched the taut arm. Gnarlag’s sneering look turned to one of pure hate, and the muscles of his forearm seemed to double in thickness as he rotated it more than a half turn. There was a muffled snap and a gasp of anguish.