Author: | Stanley G Weinbaum | ISBN: | 1230000236932 |
Publisher: | ScienceAdventure Publishing | Publication: | May 1, 2014 |
Imprint: | Language: | English |
Author: | Stanley G Weinbaum |
ISBN: | 1230000236932 |
Publisher: | ScienceAdventure Publishing |
Publication: | May 1, 2014 |
Imprint: | |
Language: | English |
An American science fiction author. His career in science fiction was short but influential. His first story, "A Martian Odyssey", was published to great (and enduring) acclaim in July 1934, but he would be dead from lung cancer within eighteen months.
Contents
The Circle of Zero
Dawn of Flame
A Martian Odyssey
Parasite Planet
The Lotus Eaters
Proteus Island
The Adaptive Ultimate
The Brink of Infinity
The Mad Moon
Tidal Moon
Pygmalion's Spectacles
The Ideal
Valley of Dreams
The Worlds of If
The Point of View
Redemption Cairn
Dawn of Flame -
In an America where civilization has collapsed, a young man sets out to see the world -- and to fight the rising power of an empire.
The Circle of Zero -
If there were a mountain a thousand miles high and every thousand years a bird flew over it, just brushing the peak with the tip of its wing, in the course of inconceivable eons the mountain would be worn away. Yet all those ages would not be one second to the length of eternity.
An American science fiction author. His career in science fiction was short but influential. His first story, "A Martian Odyssey", was published to great (and enduring) acclaim in July 1934, but he would be dead from lung cancer within eighteen months.
Contents
The Circle of Zero
Dawn of Flame
A Martian Odyssey
Parasite Planet
The Lotus Eaters
Proteus Island
The Adaptive Ultimate
The Brink of Infinity
The Mad Moon
Tidal Moon
Pygmalion's Spectacles
The Ideal
Valley of Dreams
The Worlds of If
The Point of View
Redemption Cairn
Dawn of Flame -
In an America where civilization has collapsed, a young man sets out to see the world -- and to fight the rising power of an empire.
The Circle of Zero -
If there were a mountain a thousand miles high and every thousand years a bird flew over it, just brushing the peak with the tip of its wing, in the course of inconceivable eons the mountain would be worn away. Yet all those ages would not be one second to the length of eternity.