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Poul Anderson Collected Works: Volume I – Available via Amazon.

Poul Anderson Collected Works: Volume I
Edited by John Wombat & Ruth Moreira
Introduction by Astrid Anderson Bear

Hailing from Danish descent, born in Pennsylvania, U.S.A. on November 25, 1926, Poul Anderson went on to become one of the most prolific and popular pensmiths from science fiction and fantasy’s golden period. With novels such as The Broken Sword, The High Crusade, Three Hearts and Three Lions, as well as Flight to Forever, Brain Wave, and Tau Zero, Poul Anderson was at the forefront of shaping the science fiction, fantasy and historical-fantasy genres.

Including his debut published works, Tomorrow’s Children and Logic, this 226-page paperback contains eight of Poul Anderson’s science fiction short stories.

Tomorrow’s Children
“Twisted dead trees, blowing sand, tumbled skeletons, perhaps at night a baleful glow of fluorescence. The bombs had been nightmares, riding in on wings of fire and horror to shake the planet with the death blows of cities. But the radioactive dust was worse than any nightmare.”

Logic
“The boy was coming down the street, walking slowly and carrying an object, a fantastic wire-tangled grotesquerie of electronic surrealism, thrown together in the wildest haste and with no recognisable design.”

Prophecy
“Ambassadors are rarely, if ever, met by the head of the nation to which they come. They go to him. But this case was an exception to every established precedent, and the President of the United States, Philip Brackney, felt no loss in dignity as he came to the spaceship.”

Entity
“Their heads turned slowly, as if dragged by some irresistible force, to the thing. It lay blacker than outer space, a pit of enigma confronting them with a blind negation which was night and mystery and horror.”

The Double Dyed Villains
“There was mob violence in the air, a dog would have bristled at the stink of adrenalin and sensed the tension which crackled under the waves of explosive sound. The tautness seemed somehow to be transmitted over the screens, and watchers on the other side of the world raved at the image.”

Time Heals
“Hart followed the doctor down a long corridor where they were the only two in sight and their footsteps had a hollow echo. The fluorescent lights were almost pitilessly bright, and the hall was silent. Silent and empty as – death? No, as the Crypt at its end, as timelessness.”

The Perfect Weapon
“Karnowsky followed his stomach into the room, nodded an affable good morning, and found a comfortable chair. Not until he had lit one of his atrocious stogies did he ask what the matter was.”

The Flight To Forever
“He screamed with the graveyard terror of it and flung the machine onward. Had it not been for the gods’ command, he might have let it hang there, might have opened the door to airlessness and absolute zero to die. But he had to go on. He had reached the end of all things, but he had to go on. Beyond the end of time – ”

Poul Anderson Collected Works: Volume II – Available via Amazon.
Edited by John Wombat & Ruth Moreira
Introduction by Astrid Anderson Bear

Including the debut appearance of his swashbuckling spacefarer, Dominic Flandry, this 239-page paperback contains six of Poul Anderson’s science fiction and fantasy short stories.

Star Ship
“The Star Ship — faster than light, weightless when it chose to be for all its enormous mass, armed with atomic guns that could blast a city to superheated vapor. Whoever controlled that ship could get to Galactic stars in a matter of weeks. Or could rule all Khazaki if he chose.”

Tiger by the Tail
“A party of Flandry’s captors, apparently officers, guardsmen, and a few slaves, came down the corridor. Their leader was tall and powerfully built, with a cold arrogance in his pale-blue eyes that did not hide a calculating intelligence. There was a golden coronet about his head, and the robes that swirled around his big body were rainbow-gorgeous. Flandry recognized some items as having been manufactured within the Empire. Looted, probably.”

Witch of the Demon Seas
“They measured each other, the look of two strong men who understood what they were about. Corun was as big as Khroman, a fair-skinned giant of a man in chains and rags. Weather-bleached yellow hair hung to his shoulders from a haughtily lifted head, and his fire-blue eyes were unwavering on the king’s. His face was lean, long-jawed, curve-nosed, hardened by bitterness and suffering and desperate unending battle. A chained erinye could not have looked more fiercely on his captors.”

World of the Mad
“The mist began to break, raggedly, as he came out of the forest. He went by a lake of life with only a passing glance at the strangeness of the new shapes that seethed and bubbled, rose out of its slime and took shifting form and sank back into chemical disintegration. There was always something new, grotesque and horrible and sometimes eerily lovely, to be seen at such a place, but spontaneous generation was an old story to Langdon by now. And Eileen was waiting.”

Duel on Syrtis
“The night whispered the message. Over the many miles of loneliness it was borne, carried on the wind, rustled by the half-sentient lichens and the dwarfed trees, murmured from one to another of the little creatures that huddled under crags, in caves, by shadowy dunes. In no words, but in a dim pulsing of dread which echoed through Kreega’s brain, the warning ran — ”

Inside Earth
“The biotechnicians had been very thorough. I was already a little undersized, which meant that my height and build were suitable — I could pass for a big Earthling. And of course my face and hands and so on were all right, the Earthlings being a remarkably humanoid race. But the technicians had had to remodel my ears, blunting the tips and grafting on lobes and cutting the muscles that move them. My crest had to go and a scalp covered with revolting hair was now on the top of my skull.”