Résultats de "Robert Reginald" dans Toutes les catégories

You wanted the jolly fat man to bring Yuletide joy, but the season has gifted you with a heart breaker and a life taker—Badass Santa. Grab your eggnog and camouflage candy canes, strap on your bulletproof holiday stockings, and prepare for thrills and kills.

During the first two volumes of this series, Invasion! and Operation Crimson Storm, Reginald adroitly captured the movement, the power, and timelessness of H. G. Wells's original narrative, updated it, and finally brought the War back to the Martians. Now, in The Martians Strike Back!, he brings the conflict between peoples, between species, between planets to a resounding conclusion that is at once acceptably concrete and believably fragile.

They hide among us, these near-immortals, and they go by names like William Shakespeare and John Donneand Napoleon Bonaparte. They're immune to most diseases, heal rapidly from injury, and age so slowly that their life-spans are encompassed by the passage of millennia. Only accident and injury, murder and mayhem,or suicide, can end their existences. Those who do survive, those who have learned how to live their long lives to the fullest, call themselves The Elders.

The time is 1953. The world has changed. Richard Curtis Van Loan has been forced to hang up his mask. But The Phantom Detective is drawn out of retirement by the sudden murder of his longtime friend, publisher Frank Havens; and must then face the greatest challenge in his long career, as he finds himself pursued and hounded by a vicious, unseen assailant, ?The Phantom's Phantom.? The hot, sunny hills of Southern California present a very different problem from the cold, dark-edged streets of the Big Apple. As the bodies begin piling up, Van Loan is driven to the very limit of his resources. Who is The Phantom's Phantom?

"Help me!" With these simple words is triggered an awe-inspiring, jaw-dropping jaunt through the multiverses that comprise the cosmos of Morphes, Scanner Prime to Her Puissant and Sublime Majesty, Queen Evetria of Krynthia in Nova Europa.

When book dealer "Freddie the Cur" is murdered at a paperback show, Police Lt. Pfisch is forced to close the con. After all, this is the third untimely death of a show attendee in as many days. First there was Lissa Boaz, called the "Boa Constrictor" for her questionable business practices. Then came Brody Richard "The O-Man" Dameen, the drunken horror writer. What links these victims, other than collectible paperbacks? And why does the identification of the real author of an early Ace gothic even matter?

When the first Martian capsule lands, Alex Smith is drawn to the scene out of curiosity and wonder. But soon he must flee, when the great alien striders begin devastating the countryside and harvesting the living bodies of men and women to drain their blood. Smith wanders south, being drafted into the Army, witnessing major battles between the Martians and the American troops, and following the trail of destruction all the way to San Francisco. There he finds a city deserted of human life. Mankind seems doomed, unless... A grand science-fiction adventure, inspired by H. G. Wells' War of the Worlds.

"Help me!" These words trigger an awe-inspiring jaunt through the multiverses that comprise the cosmos of Morpheus, Scanner Prime to the Queen of K'rynthia in Nova Europa. Faced with the consequences of his vision of collapse, not only for his own country, but for all of the civilized universe, Morpheus must somehow restore stability to the cosmos by finding a single prisoner on one of the infinity of alternate earths among the Otherworlds.

The words "help me!" trigger an awe-inspiring jaunt through the multiverses that comprise the cosmos of Morpheus, Scanner Prime to the Queen of Korynthia in Nova Europa. Faced with the consequences of his vision of collapse, not only for his own country, but for all of the civilized universe, Morpheus must somehow find a single prisoner on one of the infinity of alternate earths among the Otherworlds. Accompanied by his faithful wherret, Scooter, and by a band of loyal adventurers, Morpheus prepares to embark on a quest.

With his interactions with the Martians, particular with 'Big Guy', becoming increasingly frequent, complex, and perplexing, Smith finds himself part-prisoner, part-guest, and part-guinea pig in his incessant attempts to understand and communicate. The technical difficulties of mounting military actions, transporting personnel across vast distances of space, and dealing with the Martian threat intertwine with the intensely personal and private concerns of Smith as observer, commentator, and participant.

In the not-so-distant future, America has been subjugated by the fanatical followers of Dr. Theo Fell, who have instituted a fascist religious regime that stifles all dissent and monitors all expression. But all regimes have their breaking points, both personally and generally, and the Fellian States of America are no exception. The nameless narrator of this terrifying tale descends into paranoia and despair even as he rises rapidly through the academic ranks of the California Saints University system.

On the bucolic farming planet of Terr'ferme, Rabbs din Chorest, the 15-year-old youngest child of the Chorest-Grant, has just been made Hand, being sent to the Blackmarker Hills to tend a herd of clorses (cloned horses) and beefers. Not far away is the ruin of Spiretown, a long-abandoned place of the Old-uns, a race that had once inhabited this world. Then the Knack's invade, destroying settlements, devastating ranches, and harvesting human and large animal flesh for reprocessing as food.

Nothing seemed to stop the little monsters. I shot a second time, wounding or killing another, and then dropped the gun to the ground. I pulled a slender blade from under my belt, and whipped it at the little men. Another couple of strikes against my legs brought me level with the filthy floor of the alley, my fine clothes being soiled by the trash of the Big City-and although I sliced and diced deeply into the bodies of several of my attackers, I knew that I was doomed to lose this particular battle in the end. There were just too many of them: they would either kill or severely injure me.