Pick Your Favorite Swords, Sorcery and Subway Calls story
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Night flying was not considered good for the health in the days of the Big Fuss. That was before we had radio beams and robot pilots. All a man like Phineas Pinkham had were a stick, two Vickers guns, and a prayer. And now the flyer from Iowa was cruising high over the heads of…
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Fate wrote the first chapter of this tale some centuries ago, when it planted the seeds of mutual hate in two kindred Mongol races: in Chinese and in Manchu, and by the same token, in patient, earthbound peasant and in hawkish nomad, hard-galloping across the land, conquering it with the swish of the red sword,…
This is a story of high finance as well as high flying. It never would have been written if a couple of Yankee doughs had not found a cache of Jerry marks in a deserted abri near Vaubecourt. You see, a year before Uncle Sam peeled off his coat and spat on his hands to…
When I awakened the next morning, Harlan was already dressed and reclining in an easy chair. His eyes were closed wearily, as though he had not yet had enough sleep. “Morning, Ware,” I called. “How’s the head?” “Glad you’re awake, Andrews,” he replied. “I am bad company for myself this morning, On top of knowing…
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Great story.
The Knight in Tights was definitely a creative, half light-half dark hearted story, well written! I surely vote for it!
like it lot