Compiled in one book, the essential collection of books by Sewell Peaslee Wright The Death-Traps of FX-31 The God in the Box The Infra-Medians Priestess of the Flame The Terror from the Depths Vampires of Space
Author: Sewell Peaslee WrightLegal Name: Wright, Sewell PeasleeBirthplace: Butler, Pennsylvania, USABirthdate: 7 August 1897Deathdate: March 1970In this ebook:The Infra-MediansThe God in the BoxThe Terror from the DepthsPriestess of the FlameThe Death-Traps of FX-31Vampires of SpaceThe Man From 2071The Ghost WorldThe Dark Side of AntriInto the Ocean's DepthsFrom the Ocean's Depths
The Anthology of Sci-Fi V13 is a collection of fourteen Sewell Peaslee Wright sci-fi stories. Included are: From the Ocean's Depths, Into the Ocean's Depths, The Forgotten Planet, The Terrible Tentacles of L-472, The Dark Side of Antri, The Ghost World, The Man From 2071, The God in the Box, The Terror from the Depths, The Infra-Medians, Vampires of Space, Priestess of the Flame, The Death Traps of FX-31.
A woman's cry for "Help!"-an eerie wail over the telephone, "like some monster screaming in agony"-and young Dellert rushes into the night on a wild and dangerous chase.
In the course of his Special Patrol duties Commander John Hanson resolves the unique and poignant mystery of "toma annerson.ExcerptThis is a story I never intended to tell. I would not even tell it now if it were not for the Zenians.Understand that I do not dislike the Zenians. One of the best officers I ever had was a Zenian. His name was Eitel, and he served under me on the old Tamon, my first command. But lately the Zenians have made rather too much of the exploits of Ame Baove.The history of the Universe gives him credit, and justly, for making the first successful exploration in space. Baove's log of that trip is a classic that every school-child knows.But I have a number of friends who are natives of Zenia, and they fret me with their boastings."Well, Hanson," they say, "your Special Patrol Service has done wonderful work, largely under the officership of Earth-men. But after all, you have to admit that it was a Zenian who first mastered space!"Perhaps it is just fractiousness of an old man, but countless repetitions of such statements, in one form or another, have irritated me to the point of action--and before going further, let me say, for the benefit of my Zenian friends, that if they care to dig deeply enough into the archives, somewhere they will find a brief report of these adventures recorded in the log of one of my old ships, the Ertak, now scrapped and forgotten. Except, perhaps, by some few like myself, who knew and loved her when she was one of the newest and finest ships of the Service.I commanded the Ertak during practically her entire active life. Those were the days when John Hanson was not an old man, writing of brave deeds, but a youngster of half a century, or thereabouts, and full of spirit. Sometimes, when memory brings back those old days, it seems hard for me to believe that John Hanson, Commander of the Ertak, and old John Hanson, retired, and a spinner of ancient yarns, are one and the same--but I must get on to my story, for youth is impatient, and from "old man" to "old fool" is a short leap for a youthful mind.
Commander John Hanson challenges an appalling denizen of the watery world Hydrot.Excerpt"Good afternoon, sir," nodded Correy as I entered the navigating room. He glanced down at the two glowing three-dimensional navigating charts, and drummed restlessly on the heavy frames."Afternoon, Mr. Correy. Anything of interest to report?""Not a thing, sir!" growled my fire-eating first officer. "I'm about ready to quit the Service and get a job on one of the passenger liners, just on the off chance that something exciting might eventually happen.""You were born a few centuries too late," I chuckled. Correy loved a fight more than any man I ever knew. "The Universe has become pretty well quieted down.""Oh, it isn't that; it's just this infernal routine. Just one routine patrol after another; they should call it the Routine Patrol Service. That's what the silver-sleeves at the Base are making of it, sir."At the moment, Correy meant every word he said. Even old-timers develop cases of nerves, now and then, on long tours of duty in small ships like the Ertak. Particularly men like Correy, whose bodies crave physical action.There wasn't much opportunity for physical activity on the Ertak; she was primarily a fighting ship, small and fast, with every inch of space devoted to some utilitarian use. I knew just how Correy felt, because I'd felt the same way a great many times. I was young, then, one of the youngest commanders the Special Patrol Service had ever had, and I recognized Correy's symptoms in a twinkling."We'll be re-outfitting at the Arpan sub-base in a couple of days," I said carelessly. "Give us a chance to stretch our legs. Have you seen anything of the liner that spoke to us yesterday?" I was just making conversation, to get his mind out of its unhealthy channel."The Kabit? Yes, sir; we passed her early this morning, lumbering along like the big fat pig that she is." A pig, I should explain, is a food animal of Earth; a fat and ill-looking creature of low intelligence. "The old Ertak went by her as though she were standing still. She'll be a week and more arriving at Arpan. Look: you can just barely make her out on the charts."I glanced down at the twin charts Correy had indicated. In the center of each the red spark that represented the Ertak glowed like a coal of fire; all around were the green pinpricks of light that showed the position of other bodies around us. The Kabit, while comparatively close, was just barely visible; her bulk was so small that it only faintly activated the super-radio reflex plates upon the ship's hull."We're showing her a pretty pair of heels," I nodded, studying our position in both dimensions. "Arpan isn't registering yet, I see. Who's this over here; Hydrot?""Right, sir," replied Correy. "Most useless world in the Universe, I guess. No good even for an emergency base.""She's not very valuable, certainly," I admitted. "Just a ball of water whirling through space. But she does serve one good purpose; she's a sign-post it's impossible to mistake." Idly, I picked up Hydrot in the television disk, gradually increasing the size of the image until I had her full in the field, at maximum magnification.
Astounding Stories of Super-Science (Vol. III No. 3 September, 1930); pulp science fiction and horror. In this issue: “THE TERRIBLE TENTACLES, OF L-472” by Sewell Peaslee Wright “A PROBLEM IN COMMUNICATION” by Miles J. Breuer, M.D. “JETTA OF THE LOWLANDS” by Ray Cummings “MAROONED UNDER THE SEA” by Paul Ernst"THE MURDER MACHINE" by Hugh B. Cave"THE ATTACK FROM SPACE" by Captain S. P. Meek"EARTH, THE MARAUDER" by Arthur J. Burks
Compiled in one book, the essential collection of books by Sewell Peaslee Wright The Death-Traps of FX-31 The God in the Box The Infra-Medians Priestess of the Flame The Terror from the Depths Vampires of Space
Astounding Stories of Super-Science (Vol. V No. 1 January, 1931); pulp science fiction and horror.In this issue:“The Dark Side of Antri” by Sewell Peaslee Wright“The Sunken Empire” by H. Thompson Rich“The Gate to Xoran” by Hal K. Wells“The Eye of Allah” by C. D. Willard“The Fifth-Dimension Catapault” by Murray Leinster(A Complete Novelette.)"The Pirate Planet" by Charles W. Diffin(Part Three of a Four-Part Novel.)
Astounding Stories of Super-Science (Vol. III No. 1 July, 1930); pulp science fiction and horror. In this issue: "Earth, the Marauder" by Arthur J. Burks “The Forgotten Planet” by Sewell Peaslee Wright “Murder Madness” by Murray Leinster “The Terror of Air-Level Six” by Harl Vincent “From an Amber Block” by Tom Curry"The Power and the Glory" by Charles W. Diffin"The Readers' Corner" by All of Us
Astounding Stories of Super-Science (Vol. II No. 1 February, 1930); pulp science fiction and horror. In this issue: “Into the Ocean's Depths” by Sewell Peaslee Wright “Murder Madness” by Murray Leinster “Brigands of the Moon” by Ray Cummings “The Jovian Jest” by Lilith Lorraine"The Atom Smasher" by Victor Rousseau"The Readers' Corner" by All of Us
This book includes all of the John Hanson Series: The Forgotten Planet The Terrible Tentacles of L-472The Dark Side of Antri The Ghost WorldThe Man from 2071 The God in the Box The Terror from the Depths Vampires of Space Priestess of the Flame The Death-Traps of FX-31ExcerptI have been asked to record, plainly and without prejudice, a brief history of the Forgotten Planet.That this record, when completed, will be sealed in the archives of the Interplanetary Alliance and remain there, a secret and rather dreadful bit of history, is no concern of mine. I am an old man, well past the century mark, and what disposal is made of my work is of little importance to me. I grow weary of life and living, which is good. The fear of death was lost when our scientists showed us how to live until we grew weary of life. But I am digressing-an old man's failing.The Forgotten Planet was not always so named. The name that it once bore had been, as every child knows, stricken from the records, actual and mental, of the Universe. It is well that evil should not be remembered. But in order that this history may be clear in the centuries to come, my record should go back to beginnings.So far as the Universe is concerned, the history of the Forgotten Planet begins with the visit of the first craft ever to span the space between the worlds: the crude, adventuresome Edorn, whose name, as well as the names of the nine Zenians who manned her, occupy the highest places in the roll of honor of the Universe.Ame Baove, the commander and historian of the Edorn, made but brief comment on his stop at the Forgotten Planet. I shall record it in full: "We came to rest upon the surface of this, the fourth of the planets visited during the first trip of the Edorn, eighteen spaces before the height of the sun. We found ourselves surrounded immediately by vast numbers of creatures very different from ourselves, and from their expressions and gestures, we gathered that they were both curious and unfriendly."Careful analysis of the atmosphere proved it to be sufficiently similar to our own to make it possible for us to again stretch our legs outside the rather cramped quarters of the Edorn, and tread the soil of still another world."No sooner had we emerged, however, than we were angrily beset by the people of this unfriendly planet, and rather than do them injury, we retired immediately, and concluded our brief observations through our ports."The topography of this planet is similar to our own, save that there are no mountains, and the flora is highly colored almost without exception, and apparently quite largely parasitical in nature. The people are rather short in stature, with hairless heads and high foreheads. Instead of being round or oval, however, the heads of these people rise to a rounded ridge which runs back from a point between and just above the eyes, nearly to the nape of the neck behind. They give evidence of a fair order of intelligence, but are suspicious and unfriendly. From the number and size of the cities we saw, this planet is evidently thickly populated."We left about sixteen spaces before the height of the sun, and continued towards the fifth and last planet before our return to Zenia.
This volume includes classic stories from Astounding Magazine July 1930 and August 1930, many with a Mars theme. The stories are by Capt. S. P. Meek, Arthur J. Burks, Tom Curry, Harl Vincent, Sewell Peaslee Wright, Charles W. Diffin, Murray Leinster, R. F. Starzl, Victor Rousseau, Edmond Hamilton, and H. Thompson Rich.
I have been asked to record, plainly and without prejudice, a brief history of the Forgotten Planet.That this record, when completed, will be sealed in the archives of the Interplanetary Alliance and remain there, a secret and rather dreadful bit of history, is no concern of mine. I am an old man, well past the century mark, and what disposal is made of my work is of little importance to me. I grow weary of life and living, which is good. The fear of death was lost when our scientists showed us how to live until we grew weary of life. But I am digressing-an old man's failing.The Forgotten Planet was not always so named. The name that it once bore had been, as every child knows, stricken from the records, actual and mental, of the Universe. It is well that evil should not be remembered. But in order that this history may be clear in the centuries to come, my record should go back to beginnings.So far as the Universe is concerned, the history of the Forgotten Planet begins with the visit of the first craft ever to span the space between the worlds: the crude, adventuresome Edorn, whose name, as well as the names of the nine Zenians who manned her, occupy the highest places in the roll of honor of the Universe.
This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic, timeless works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, affordable price, in an attractive volume so that everyone can enjoy them.
This book includes all of the John Hanson Series: The Forgotten Planet The Terrible Tentacles of L-472The Dark Side of Antri The Ghost WorldThe Man from 2071 The God in the Box The Terror from the Depths Vampires of Space Priestess of the Flame The Death-Traps of FX-31ExcerptI have been asked to record, plainly and without prejudice, a brief history of the Forgotten Planet.That this record, when completed, will be sealed in the archives of the Interplanetary Alliance and remain there, a secret and rather dreadful bit of history, is no concern of mine. I am an old man, well past the century mark, and what disposal is made of my work is of little importance to me. I grow weary of life and living, which is good. The fear of death was lost when our scientists showed us how to live until we grew weary of life. But I am digressing-an old man's failing.The Forgotten Planet was not always so named. The name that it once bore had been, as every child knows, stricken from the records, actual and mental, of the Universe. It is well that evil should not be remembered. But in order that this history may be clear in the centuries to come, my record should go back to beginnings.So far as the Universe is concerned, the history of the Forgotten Planet begins with the visit of the first craft ever to span the space between the worlds: the crude, adventuresome Edorn, whose name, as well as the names of the nine Zenians who manned her, occupy the highest places in the roll of honor of the Universe.Ame Baove, the commander and historian of the Edorn, made but brief comment on his stop at the Forgotten Planet. I shall record it in full: "We came to rest upon the surface of this, the fourth of the planets visited during the first trip of the Edorn, eighteen spaces before the height of the sun. We found ourselves surrounded immediately by vast numbers of creatures very different from ourselves, and from their expressions and gestures, we gathered that they were both curious and unfriendly."Careful analysis of the atmosphere proved it to be sufficiently similar to our own to make it possible for us to again stretch our legs outside the rather cramped quarters of the Edorn, and tread the soil of still another world."No sooner had we emerged, however, than we were angrily beset by the people of this unfriendly planet, and rather than do them injury, we retired immediately, and concluded our brief observations through our ports."The topography of this planet is similar to our own, save that there are no mountains, and the flora is highly colored almost without exception, and apparently quite largely parasitical in nature. The people are rather short in stature, with hairless heads and high foreheads. Instead of being round or oval, however, the heads of these people rise to a rounded ridge which runs back from a point between and just above the eyes, nearly to the nape of the neck behind. They give evidence of a fair order of intelligence, but are suspicious and unfriendly. From the number and size of the cities we saw, this planet is evidently thickly populated."We left about sixteen spaces before the height of the sun, and continued towards the fifth and last planet before our return to Zenia.
Astounding Stories (Vol. VI No. 2 May, 1931); pulp science fiction and horror.In this issue:THE MAN FROM 2071 SEWELL PEASLEE WRIGHTOut of the Flow of Time There Appears to Commander John Hanson a Man of Mystery from the Forgotten Past. MANAPE THE MIGHTY. ARTHUR J. BURKSHigh in Jungle Treetops Swings Young Bentley—His Human Brain Imprisoned in a Mighty Ape. (A Complete Novelette.)HOLOCAUST CHARLES WILLARD DIFFINThe Extraordinary Story of "Paul," Who for Thirty Days Was Dictator of the World. THE EARTHMAN'S BURDEN R. F. STARZLThere is Foul Play on Mercury—until Danny Olear of the Interplanetary Flying Police Gets After His Man. THE EXILE OF TIME RAY CUMMINGSLarry and George from 1935, Mary from 1777—All Are Caught up in the Treacherous Tugh's Revolt of the Robots in the Time World of 2930. (Part Three of a Four-Part Novel.)
Astounding Stories of Super-Science (Vol. I No. 2 February, 1930); pulp science fiction and horror. In this issue: "Cold Light" by Captain S.P. Meek “Brigands of the Moon” by Ray Cummings “The Soul Master” by Will Smith and R. J. Robbins “From the Ocean's Depths” by Sewell Peaslee Wright “Vandals of the Stars” by A. T. Locke
A woman's cry for "Help!"-an eerie wail over the telephone, "like some monster screaming in agony"-and young Dellert rushes into the night on a wild and dangerous chase.
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