J F Bone – författare

Edited by H. L. Gold; ‘Galaxy Science Fiction’ hit the scene in 1950 and quickly became the leading science fiction magazine of its time. Galaxy gave a home to writers that didn''t fit into Astounding and F&SF, and readers rejoiced. In this first ‘Galaxy Science Fiction Super Pack’ we bring you more than five hundred pages of fiction. These are the stories that helped Galaxy Magazine carve it''s name on the Mount Rushmore of science fiction. The include: ‘Doorstep’ by Keith Laumer; ‘The Chasers’ by Daniel F. Galouye; ‘Blueblood’ by Jim Harmon; ‘Bad Memory’ by Patrick Fahy; ‘Beach Scene’ by Marshall King; ‘The Reluctant Heroes’ by Frank M. Robinson; ‘Kreativity for Kats’ by Fritz Leiber; ‘Perfect Answer’ by L. J. Stecher, Jr., Dumbwaiter’ by James Stamers; ‘The Ignoble Savages’ by Evelyn E. Smith; ‘Angel''s Egg’ by Edgar Pangborn; ‘Survival Type’ by J.F. Bone; ‘Misbegotten Missionary’ by Isaac Asimov; ‘The Business; ‘as Usual’ by Jack Sharkey; ‘No Substitutions’ by Jim Harmon; ‘Prime Difference’ by Alan E. Nourse; ‘Delay in Transit’ by F. L. Wallace; ‘My Lady Greensleeves’ by Frederik Pohl; ‘A Little Journey’ by Ray Bradbury; ‘Med Ship Man’ by Murray Leinster; ‘Spoken for’ by William Morrison; ‘A Pail of Air’ by Fritz Leiber; ‘Contagion’ by Katherine MacLEAN; ‘Pen Pal’ by Milton Lesser; ‘Delayed Action’ by Charles Vincent De Vet; ‘... and it Comes out Here’ by Lester del Rey; and ‘The Old Die Rich’ by H. L. Gold.

Score one or one million was not enough for the human race. It had to be all or nothing ... with one man doing every bit of scoring!

The aliens wooed Earth with gifts, love, patience and peace. Who could resist them? After all, no one shoots Santa Claus!

Gourmets all agree that nothing can beat oysters on the half-shell—not even the armed might of the Terran Confederation!

The creatures were huge, hairy, surly - and the males were always chasing the females. But what else could you expect of mammals? J. F. Bone guarantees to entertain with this wild and wooly classic tale of science fiction!

The aliens wooed Earth with gifts, love, patience and peace. Who could resist them? After all, no one shoots Santa Claus!

Alan Thurston was an immunologist at Midwestern University Medical School. Like most men in the teaching trade, he also had a research project. If it worked out, he''d be one of the great names in medicine; like Jenner, Pasteur, and Salk.But it didn''t work. Quite the opposite . . . he created a disease the ravaged the human race.This special illustrated edition now includes original drawings from Barberis."We call it Thurston''s Disease for two perfectly good reasons," Dr. Walter Kramer said. "He discovered it—and he was the first to die of it." The doctor fumbled fruitlessly through the pockets of his lab coat. "Now where the devil did I put those matches?""Are these what you''re looking for?" the trim blonde in the gray seersucker uniform asked. She picked a small box of wooden safety matches from the littered lab table beside her and handed them to him."Ah," Kramer said. "Thanks. Things have a habit of getting lost around here.""I can believe that," she said as she eyed the frenzied disorder around her. Her boss wasn''t much better than his laboratory, she decided as she watched him strike a match against the side of the box and apply the flame to the charred bowl of his pipe. His long dark face became half obscured behind a cloud of bluish smoke as he puffed furiously. He looked like a lean untidy devil recently escaped from hell with his thick brows, green eyes and lank black hair highlighted intermittently by the leaping flame of the match. He certainly didn''t look like a pathologist. She wondered if she was going to like working with him, and shook her head imperceptibly. Possibly, but not probably. It might be difficult being cooped up here with him day after day. Well, she could always quit if things got too tough. At least there was that consolation.He draped his lean body across a lab stool and leaned his elbows on its back. There was a faint smile on his face as he eyed her quizzically. "You''re new," he said. "Not just to this lab but to the Institute."