Positronic Publishing imprint: 381 books

The line between noble dreams and madness is thin, and loneliness can push men past it . . . .

Cutter demanded more and more and more efficiency—and got it! But, as in anything, enough is enough, and too much is …

All the intricate, electronic witchery of the 21st century could not pin guilt on fabulous Lonnie Raichi, the irreproachable philanthropist. But Jason, the cop, was sweating it out ... searching for that fourth and final and all-knowing rule that would knock Lonnie’s “triple ethic” for a gala loop.

"In the mists before THE BEGINNING, Fate and Chance cast lots to decide whose the Game should be; and he that won strode through the mists to MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI and said: “Now make gods for Me, for I have won the cast and the Game is to be Mine.” Who it was that won the cast, and whether it...

New neighbors are always exciting. But the anachronistic MacDonalds offered a bit too much.

Jack Berry is told not to take his boat out into deep waters. But as any young man who has been told not to do a thing would, he does it anyway and discovers an island. When exploring the island he meets a beautiful young woman named Mary. She lives with her aunts on the island and has never been...

The starways’ Lone Watcher had expected some odd developments in his singular, nerve-fraught job on the asteroid. But nothing like the weird twenty-one-day liquid test devised by the invading Steel-Blues.

Minor Planets was the one solid account they had. At first they naturally wanted to hold on to it.

The outcasts; the hunted of all the brighter worlds, crowded onto Yaroto. But even here was there salvation for Ransome, the jinx-scarred acolyte, when tonight was the night of Bani-tai ... the night of expiation by the photo-memoried priests of dark Darion?

You’re all alone in a deserted city. You walk down an empty street, yearning for the sight of one living face—one moving figure. Then you see a man on a corner and you know your terror has only begun.

Naturally human work was more creative, more inspiring, more important than robot drudgery. Naturally it was the most important task in all the world … or was it?

Brilliant? A genius? David Adam Smith had the brains of fifty men—very literally!

“They” worried about the impression she’d make. Who could imagine that she’d fall in love, passionately, the way others of her blood must have done?

Conan receives more attention than he needs in this wild adventure that nearly costs him his life. Who will win his love, and at what cost?