Fiction

Richard Horatio Edgar Wallace (1875-1932) was a prolific British crime writer, journalist and playwright, who wrote 175 novels, 24 plays, and countless articles in newspapers and journals. Edgar Wallace was born in Yarmouth, Greenwich, Norfolk. His biological parents were actors Richard Horatio Edgar (who never knew of his existence) and Mary Jane "Polly" Richards, nee Blair. Known as Richard Freeman, Edgar had a happy childhood, forming an especially close bond with 20-year-old Clara Freeman who became like a second mother to him.

In the 25th century, as Julian XX, the fierce Red Hawk, he will lead humanity’s final battle against the alien invaders.

The crew members of the first Earth-Mars spaceship are forced to make an emergency landing on the moon where they discover a strange hidden world of winged women, conical cities, and warring monsters

When the power-hungry hordes of the Moon's hidden interior conquer Earth, plundering its greatest cities, Julian 9th rises to resist the hated Kalkar overlords and start a rebellion that will save his planet. Reprint.

From the astounding AMAZING STORIES of John Carter, Skeleton Men of Jupiter is Edgar Rice Burroughs's last.

Sequential Pulp delivers twelve stories from twelve dynamic artists in a brand-new Tarzan anthology based on Edgar Rice Burroughs’s classic pulp novel Jungle Tales of Tarzan. These vine-swinging tales, a cherished contribution to the Tarzan canon, all take place before Tarzan rises to lead his ape tribe!

"Thou Art the Man" is a short story by Edgar Allan Poe, first published in 1844. It is an early experiment in detective fiction.

The Unparalleled Adventure of One Hans Pfaall (+Biography and Bibliography) (6X9po Matte Cover Finish):By late accounts from Rotterdam, that city seems to be in a high state of philosophical excitement. Indeed, phenomena have there occurred of a nature so completely unexpected so entirely novel so utterly at variance with preconceived opinions as to leave no doubt on my mind that long ere this all Europe is in an uproar, all physics in a ferment, all reason and astronomy together by the ears.It appears that on the day of (I am not positive about the date), a vast crowd of people, for purposes not specifically mentioned, were assembled in the great square of the Exchange in the well-conditioned city of Rotterdam.

"The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether" is a dark comedy short story by the American author Edgar Allan Poe. The story follows an unnamed narrator who visits a mental institution in southern France known for a revolutionary new method of treating mental illnesses called the "system of soothing".

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ..

The Oval Portrait (+Biography and Bibliography) (6X9po Glossy Cover Finish):The chateau into which my valet had ventured to make forcible entrance, rather than permit me, in my desperately wounded condition, to pass a night in the open air, was one of those piles of commingled gloom and grandeur which have so long frowned among the Appennines, not less in fact than in the fancy of Mrs. Radcliffe.

"The Oblong Box" is a short story by American author Edgar Allan Poe. Edgar Allan Poe (born Edgar Poe; January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American author, poet, editor, and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre, Poe was one of the earliest American practitioners of the short story, and is generally considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre. He is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction. He was the first well-known American writer to try to earn a living through writing alone, resulting in a financially difficult life and career. Born in Boston, he was the second child of two actors.

The Island of the Fay (+Biography and Bibliography) (6X9po Glossy Cover Finish):"La musique," says Marmontel, in those "Contes Moraux" which in all our translations, we have insisted upon calling "Moral Tales," as if in mockery of their spirit "la musique est le seul des talents qui jouissent de lui-même; tous les autres veulent des temoins."

What we must consider an unusual piece of good fortune has enabled us to present our readers, under this head, with a narrative of very remarkable character, and certainly of very deep interest. The Journal which follows not only embodies a relation of the first successful attempt to cross the gigantic barriers of that immense chain of mountains which stretches from the Polar Sea in the north, to the Isthmus of Darien in the south, forming a craggy and snow-capped rampart throughout its whole course, but, what is of still greater importance, gives the particulars of a tour, beyond these mountains, through an immense extent of territory, which, at this day, is looked upon as totally untravelled and unknown, and which, in every map of the country to which we can obtain access, is marked as “an unexplored region.”

The Imp of the Perverse (+Biography and Bibliography) (6X9po Matte Cover Finish):In the consideration of the faculties and impulses of the prima mobilia of the human soul, the phrenologists have failed to make room for a propensity which, although obviously existing as a radical, primitive, irreducible sentiment, has been equally overlooked by all the moralists who have preceded them. In the pure arrogance of the reason, we have all overlooked it.

This vintage book contains Edgar Allen Poe’s 1843 short story, “The Gold-Bug”. An unnamed narrator is compelled to visit his friend who has been bitten by a golden bug.

Edgar Allan Poe's apocalyptic science fiction short story about two dead people who discuss how the world ended.

The Assignation (+Biography and Bibliography) (5X8po Glossy Cover Finish): ILL-FATED and mysterious man!

The Angel of the Odd (+Biography and Bibliography) (6X9po Glossy Cover Finish):IT WAS a chilly November afternoon. I had just consummated an unusually hearty dinner, of which the dyspeptic truffe formed not the least important item, and was sitting alone in the dining-room, with my feet upon the fender, and at my elbow a small table which I had rolled up to the fire, and upon which were some apologies for dessert, with some miscellaneous bottles of wine, spirit, and liqueur. In the morning I had been reading Glover's "Leonidas," Wilkies "Epigoniad," Lamartine's "Pilgrimage," Barlow's "Columbiad," Tuckermann's "Sicily," and Griswold's "Curiosities"; I am willing to confess, therefore, that I now felt a little stupid.