Fiction

Joseph Conrad (3 December 1857 – 3 August 1924) was a Polish-British writer regarded as one of the greatest novelists to write in the English language.

An un-named narrator, an old Russian military campaigner, recounts scenes from the Napoleonic wars, finally focusing on his special relationship with a young soldier called Tomassov who had previously been posted in Paris. In an attack on the demoralised Napoleonic Grand Army in its retreat from Moscow, Tomassov takes pity on the enemy and puts up his sword. Tomassov had previously fallen in love with a beautiful woman who ran a salon in Paris.

A number of sea captains meet at a restaurant in the Port of London. They tease Captain Johns, who thinks that only young seamen should be on ships. Then they discuss ghosts and comment on Bunter, the mate of the Sapphire who once lost a ship in the Indian Ocean and who has strikingly black hair. Bunter complains to the narrator that Captain Johns has been treating him suspiciously, and has been trying to persuade him to share his belief in ghosts and spiritualism. He has also been oppressed by a berthing master who recognises him from somewhere. It seems that Bunter has some sort of secret, as well as the bad luck that has dogged him ever since the loss of his ship.

Dodging in from the rain-swept street, I exchanged a smile and a glance with Miss Blank in the bar of the Three Crows.

Prince Roman is a Pole who gives up his comfortable position in the aristocracy to fight as a (virtually) unknown soldier resisting Russian oppression.

A Revolutionary war raises many strange characters out of the obscurity which is the common lot of humble lives in an undisturbed state of society.

“Because of the Dollars” is a short story written by Joseph Conrad (1857-1924). First published in 1914, it is a typical Conradian tale of sea, sacrifice and disenchantment.

Did you ever wonder what might happen if mankind ever exceeded the speed of light?

I am the last of my type existing today in all the Solar System. I, too, am the last existing who, in memory, sees the struggle for this System, and in memory I am still close to the Center of Rulers, for mine was the ruling type then.

Collectors Edition! Highly Recommended! Dakta death, horrible beyond the weirdest fever-dreams of Earth-men, faced Space Ship Commander Gerry Norton.

This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process.

Earth is doomed. A scourge called the Red Tide is devouring the planet. The only hope of the dying population is to find a lost colony in the stars.

Keith Laumer was well-known for his science fiction action and adventure stories.

It was a rigged gambling game, but Retief had to play it.

Cogito, Ergo Sum is presented here in a high quality paperback edition.

A collection of stories from John Buchan, author of ‘The Thirty-nine Steps'. The pagan themes and classic adventures are set in Scottish countryside

The short stories of John Buchan are known for their authentically rendered backgrounds, taut pacing, and atmosphere of expectancy and international intrigue. These diverse tales combine Buchan's remarkable experiences and interests as a traveler, war correspondent, politician, and classical scholar. Edited by acclaimed author Giles Foden, this selection features the World War I thriller "The Loathly Opposite," the frequently anthologized "Sing a Song of Sixpence," and "Streams of Water in the South," one of Buchan's personal favorites. Addressing such themes as human frailty, strength, and redemption, the stories testify to Buchan's worldview that mastery of oneself leads to the fulfillment of one's destiny.

Superficially (actually, more than superficially) this story bears a resemblance to the work of Algernon Blackwood.

Many crime and detective stories, particularly those dating back to the 1900s and before, are now extremely scarce and increasingly expensive.

"braw beasts, Leicester every one of them, well-fed and dirt-cheap at the price I gave. So it was with a light heart that I drove them out of the town by the Merchiston Road along by the face of the Pentlands. Two or three friends came with me, all like myself for folly, but maybe a little bit poorer.