Prologue Books imprint: 453 books

“The satire is so gentle, the philosophy so devoid of bitterness, the whole story so charmingly poetical, that it is a joy to read it.” -The Literary Digest, 1922 “It is a good deal more than classical; it is human through and through.” -The Outlook, 1922

A Cornerstone of Early British Sci-Fi It arrived in the wee hours of the morning. Had an express train derailed? Were the Germans bombing the British countryside again? The truth was beyond Professor Toddleben’s wildest dreams . . . The professor’s quaint estate of Applewood had...

When the tall, dark, handsome young millionaire Maurice Courlander closes the grounds of his sprawling estate for a full year his friends in London and neighbors in Bedfordshire were confused. But when curiously worded invitations inviting them all for a visit arrived, everyone was curious. With little...

Lee Kaprelian, the son of an Armenian rug merchant, unwittingly gets involved into a murder plot by a woman no less beautiful than she is mysterious.

She was slim and she was stacked and the gold of her hair matched the gold of her bank account. In a word, she had everything. The trouble was she was too eager to give it away. The money too. I’m Joe Puma. I was hired to investigate some crackpot cult she was playing around with....

She was sitting at the bar, and I could tell she was the kind of woman a married man shouldn’t look at—even once. But I thought I was safe enough—until the third martini. Then all of a sudden my wife and kids seemed very far away. When I woke up the next morning, I had a large hangover,...

The fighter had a dream. . . . *Some men were sewing a body into canvas. It was on the deck of a ship. There was a big seam up the middle of the canvas, and now only the face was still uncovered . . . ''You want to take a last look, champ?'' one of the men asked. ''We're about ready to dump...

Stripped for Murder She was a night club stripper, a black-haired, white-skinned beauty, an all-out performer few men could resist. When she came on, wolf whistles drowned out the music. And she was the kind of gal who loved her work. Something had to be wrong when she didn’t show one night....

Brock 'the Rock' Callahan might just be in over his head. Someone's killed one of the last of Hollywood’s grand dames, and Callahan's hired to find out who and why. The case takes Callahan right into the celluloid heart of the movie business. He's surrounded by fools, thieves, has-beens,...

The femme was fatal She was rich, red-haired and ready for anything. Her name was Fidelia and she was a tempting bit of woman even without the three million dollars she was to inherit. Only wherever she went - and she went everywhere - murder seemed to follow. That’s how I came into...

With the motion picture industry in crisis, things were so tough for independent director Steve Leander that he was put to it to maintain his mortgage, his swimming pool and his attractive young wife. So, reluctantly, he agreed to direct a picture for Harry Bergdahl, a producer who never lost money...

He was a heel . . . a blue-blood gone bad, a low-brow with class, a bum with an income. He liked low-slung cars and top-heavy girls, and he took his pleasure where he found it. He was the consort of bookies, dope-peddlers, crooks; the buddy of has-beens, tough guys, and junkies. He dreamed the big...

A holy man in an unholy bind William Kaspar was not your everday sinner. Quite the reverse. William had renounced the pleasures of the flesh. He had quelled his ambitions and appetites. He had donned the robes of a Buddhist monk to search for Nirvana in the human jungle of New York. But...

“I half expected to run across my opponent as I escaped, but as it turned out I met no one at all in my stealthy trip to get my saddlebags from my room and my equally secretive visit to the stable. My horse was against being saddle at such an hour, but my grim firmness made short work of his rebellion....