Randall Garrett (1927 - 1987) was an American science fiction and fantasy author. He was a prolific contributor to Astounding and other science fiction magazines of the 1950s and 1960s. He instructed Robert Silverberg in the techniques of selling large quantities of action-adventure science fiction, and collaborated with him on two novels about Earth bringing civilization to an alien planet. In this book: The Destroyers, Despoilers of the Golden Empire, The Eyes Have It, A Spaceship Named McGuire, Time Fuze..., After a Few Words..., But, I Don't Think, The Bramble Bush, With No Strings Attached, Nor Iron Bars a Cage...., In Case of Fire, A World by the Tale, The Man Who Hated Mars, Anything You Can Do, Anchorite, The Highest Treason, The Measure of a Man, The Foreign Hand Tie, Fifty Per Cent Prophet, ...Or Your Money Back, Thin Edge, Damned If You Don't, Instant of Decision, Cum Grano Salis, Psichopath, The Unnecessary Man, Hail to the Chief, Unwise Child, Hanging by a Thread, The Asses of Balaam, What The Left Hand Was Doing, By Proxy, Belly Laugh, Heist Job on Thizar, Dead Giveaway, Suite Mentale, That Sweet Little Old Lady, Viewpoint and The Penal Cluster

This meticulously edited Sci-Fi collection is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents: Psi-Power Series: Brain Twister The Impossibles Supermind Novels: Pagan Passions Anything You Can Do... Quest of the Golden Ape Unwise Child Short Stories: The Highest Treason Despoilers of the Golden Empire But, I Don't Think A Spaceship Named McGuire The Eyes Have It Nor Iron Bars a Cage Damned If You Don't By Proxy The Foreign Hand-Tie The Penal Cluster Hail to the Chief His Master's Voice The Judas Valley Cum Grano Salis ...Or Your Money Back Anchorite The Bramble Bush The Unnecessary Man The Asses of Balaam With No Strings Attached A World by the Tale Dead Giveaway Psichopath Suite Mentale The Man Who Hated Mars Thin Edge Instant of Decision Heist Job on Thizar Fifty Per Cent Prophet The Destroyers Hanging by a Thread What the Left Hand Was Doing Belly Laugh In Case of Fire The Measure of a Man Time Fuze Viewpoint ...After a Few Words

There are two basic kinds of fools—the ones who know they are fools, and the kind that, because they do not know that, are utterly deadly menaces! The mountain was spinning. Not dizzily, not even rapidly, but very perceptibly, the great mass of jagged rock was turning on its axis. Captain St. Simon scowled at it. "By damn, Jules," he said, "if you can see 'em spinning, it's too damn fast!" He expected no answer, and got none. He tapped the drive pedal gently with his right foot, his gaze shifting alternately from the instrument board to the looming hulk of stone before him. As the little spacecraft moved in closer, he tapped the reverse pedal with his left foot. He was now ten meters from the surface of the asteroid. It was moving, all right. "Well, Jules," he said in his most commanding voice,"we'll see just how fast she's moving. Prepare to fire Torpedo Number One!" "Yassuh, boss! Yassuh, Cap'n Sain' Simon, suh! All ready on the firin' line!" He touched a button with his right thumb. The ship quivered almost imperceptibly as a jet of liquid leaped from the gun mounted in the nose of the ship. At the same time, he hit the reverse pedal and backed the ship away from the asteroid's surface. No point getting any more gunk on the hull than necessary.

The sidewalk was as soft as a good bed. Malone lay curled on it thinking about nothing at all. He was drifting off into a wonderful dream and he didn't want to interrupt it. There was this girl, a beautiful girl, more wonderful than anything he had ever imagined, with big blue eyes and long blond hair and a figure that made the average pin-up girl look like a man. And she had her soft white hand on his arm, and she was looking up at him with trust and devotion and even adoration in her eyes, and her voice was the softest possible whisper of innocence and promise. I. "I'd love to go up to your apartment with you, Mr. Malone," she said. Malone smiled back at her, gently but with complete confidence. "Call me Ken," he said, noticing that he was seven feet tall and superbly muscled. He put his free hand on the girl's warm, soft shoulder and she wriggled with delight. "All right—Ken," she said. "You know, I've never met anyone like you before. I mean, you're so wonderful and everything." Malone chuckled modestly, realizing, in passing, how full and rich his voice had become. He felt a weight pressing over his heart, and knew that it was his wallet, stuffed to bursting with thousand-dollar bills. But was this a time to think of money? No, Malone told himself. This was the time for adventure, for romance, for love. He looked down at the girl and put his arm around her waist. She snuggled closer.

I In the seven centuries that had elapsed since the Second Empire had been founded on the shattered remnants of the First, the nobles of the Imperium had come slowly to realize that the empire was not to be judged by the examples of its predecessor. The First Empire had conquered most of the known universe by political intrigue and sheer military strength; it had fallen because that same propensity for political intrigue had gained over every other strength of the Empire, and the various branches and sectors of the First Empire had begun to use it against one another. The Second Empire was politically unlike the First; it tried to balance a centralized government against the autonomic governments of the various sectors, and had almost succeeded in doing so. But, no matter how governed, there are certain essentials which are needed by any governmental organization. Without power, neither Civilization nor the Empire could hold itself together, and His Universal Majesty, the Emperor Carl, well knew it. And power was linked solidly to one element, one metal, without which Civilization would collapse as surely as if it had been blasted out of existence. Without the power metal, no ship could move or even be built; without it, industry would come to a standstill.

Anything You Can Do ... By Randall Garrett One shipwrecked alien against the power of an entire planet means a losing battle... until Earth builds superman! We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work. We hope that you will enjoy this wonderful classic work, and that for you it becomes an enriching experience.

Welcome to an alternate world where Richard the Lion-Heart did not die in the year 1199 - where magic is a science and science is an art - where the great detective Lord Darcy and the sorcerer Sean O'Lochlainn combine occult skills and brilliant deductions to bring criminals to the King's Justice.