In nineteen-fourteen, it was enemy aliens.In nineteen-thirty, it was Wobblies.In nineteen-fifty-seven, it was fellow-travelers.And, in nineteen seventy-one, Kenneth J. Malone rolled wearily out of bed wondering what the hell it was going to be now.One thing, he told himself, was absolutely certain: it was going to be terrible. It always was.He managed to stand up, although he was swaying slightly when he walked across the room to the mirror for his usual morning look at himself. He didn't much like staring at his own face, first thing in the morning, but then, he told himself, it was part of the toughening- up process every FBI agent had to go through. You had to learn to stand up and take it when things got rough, he reminded himself. He blinked and looked into the mirror.His image blinked back.He tried a smile. It looked pretty horrible, he thought-but, then, the mirror had a slight ripple in it, and the ripple distorted everything. Malone's face looked as if it had been gently patted with a waffle-iron.And, of course, it was still early morning, and that meant he was having a little difficulty in focusing his eyes.
Space-four travel was supposed to be safe. Accidents were far between and only happened to strangers, people you never heard of. That's what Gerald Knave thought until he found himself lost in an unknown part of the galaxy with no way to get home...
Two, " was the final novel completed by Laurence M. Janifer before his death. Summoned from retirement and newly wedded bliss, Knave must solve an impossible (and impossibly complicated) case for the Emperor while balancing his professional life with his new private one.
Detective Sergeant Carmoody has gotten complaints about a peeping tom from a woman named Miss Morgan. Carmoody put her beachfront motel under surveillance, but while he was taking a meal break, someone broke into the motel, and murdered her.
Mark Phillips" was the pseudonym of two well-known science fiction writers: Randall Garrett and Laurence M. Janifer. Their joint pen-name, derived from their middle names (Philip and Mark), was coined soon after their original meeting, at a science-fiction convention. Both men were drunk at the time, which explains a good deal, and only one ever sobered up. A matter for constant contention between the collaborators was which one. They collaborated for some years, and devised an interesting method of work: Mr. Garrett handled the verbs, the adverbs and the interjections, Mr. Janifer the nouns, pronouns, and adjectives. Conjunctions are a matter of joint decision, and in the case of a tie, the entire game was replayed at Fenway Park, Boston, the following year. Regardless of who wrote what, Brain Twister is a highly enjoyable novel about spies and telepathy, as only two great writers could have conceived it!
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