When a young tug pilot’s career is ruined by a collision in Earth orbit he has no choice but to accept a commission to fly an eccentric ship builder to planet far from the trade routes. When they discover alien ruins on the planet and the hulk of a missing generation ship they are thrown into the center of a conspiracy that reaches back centuries. Meanwhile on earth a young Indian police officer is trying to track down a serial killer little suspecting that the killer is linked to what is happening on a planet light years away and that her own past holds the key to everything that is happening. Eric Brown has written a novel that brings together an extraordinary imagination, rare sensitivity to character and a love of Eastern philosophy. This is a key addition to the career of one of the UK’s favorite SF writers.
Features five diverse tales of the living dead from zombie fiction master Eric S. Brown!
SEASON OF ROT: Safe from the walking dead that rule the streets, a band of survivors holes up in a hospital. When their supplies run low, they must either migrate or trust a stranger who promises them salvation—except the stranger isn’t who he seems to be, and neither are the dead.
THE QUEEN: To escape a plague that has turned most of mankind into ravenous cannibals, a crew of survivors takes refuge at sea. But supplies only last so long, and the crew must face their enemies on land in order to keep themselves alive and afloat.
THE WAVE: When a wave of mysterious energy from outer space washes over the earth, electronic devices fail worldwide and communications break down. Worse still, the energy alters human brain waves and turns billions of people into bloodthirsty animals. Only a small pocket of humanity is immune, but their only chance of survival may also be their grave.
DEAD WEST: The Civil War is over. The Confederacy is gone. But in the West, a new threat is rising. Accompanied by a regiment of inexperienced soldiers, a journalist ventures into the frontlines of a war against the walking dead, and the truth he finds there is far more frightening than any living corpse.
RATS: Rats are everywhere and can get into anything. And now they are swarming mankind. Those bit rise again as undead pawns in the rodents’ onslaught, and no place is safe—no place except one. The problem is getting there before the rats’ next attack.
What if in a world where the dead walk and the human race faces extinction evolution were to step in and bless a special few with powers far beyond normal man. Could someone who can run as fast as the speed of light or someone who can control energy and channel it through her body truly make a difference at the end of time? Does telepathy work on zombies? Would these powerful few seek to save the world or rule it and how would we normal humans feel about them? Will these super-beings be wiped out by the zombie hordes or save the human race? Plus tales of zombies in space, zombies in the old west, and some very hungry zombie animals- this one has it all.
El lirismo fantástico de Fredric Brown brilla en esta novela desde la plataforma de un juego enigmático en el que se debate la posibilidad individual de escapar a esclavitudes promocionadas por el sistema social y su decadente código de valores. La lucha para esclarecer un insólito encadenamiento de crímenes coincide con el esfuerzo para llegar a la verdad oculta de las cosas y abrazar una ética abandonada en la sumisión al sueño americano. Todo ello ha de materializarse, inexorablemente, en una pesadilla: «Aquellos sueños no debían habérsele presentado a un perro. Y no lo hicieron. Se le presentaron a Tracy.?
ESTABA TENDIDO en mi cama esa noche con una costilla rota y un trombón roto. La costilla sanaría, pero no el trombón, según decidí.
A ambos los había roto la noche anterior, bajando las escaleras, en camino a una reunión de aficionados: unos cuantos tipos a quienes había conocido y a los que les gustaba juntarse una noche cada dos semanas para producir ruido. La punta del pie tropezó en una rotura de la alfombra de la escalera, agujero que no estaba allí antes, a unos cuantos peldaños de la parte inferior, y me eché en clavado hacia un aterrizaje de tres puntos, el primero de los cuales había sido el extremo de la caja del trombón. Me había cortado la respiración por un momento y me había dolido, pero no mucho peor que cuando uno se lastima un dedo o se golpea el tobillo contra algo. La señora Bardy, la patrona, oyó la caída y llegó corriendo desde su apartamento al fondo del primer piso; llegó y comenzó a ocuparse de mí, como una gallina de sus polluelos, aun antes de que me levantara. Mi primer pensamiento no fue para mí ni para el trombón (yo no me lastimo con facilidad y la caja debía haber protegido al instrumento), sino para el tapete. Alguien pudo haberse roto el cuello a causa de él.
Festival Fredric Brown si potrebbe intitolare questo numero che vede il versatilissimo autore dei «racconti concentrati» alle prese con un intreccio di solida consistenza fantascientifica: un tranquillo villaggio americano sconvolto da una serie di inspiegabili «incidenti», e la lunga brancolante lotta dei suoi abitanti impegnati a individuare e cercare l'ignota e mostruosa «mente direttiva» che sola può esserne la causa. Tra Brown romanziere e Brown umorista, al lettore decidere quale sia il più brillante.
A world had collapsed around this man—a world that would never shout his praises again. The burned-out cities were still and dead, the twisted bodies and twisted souls giving him their last salute in death. And now he was alone, alone surrounded by memories, alone and waiting ...
With no more room left on Earth, and with Mars hanging up there empty of life, somebody hit on the plan of starting a colony on the Red Planet. It meant changing the habits and physical structure of the immigrants, but that worked out fine. In fact, every possible factor was covered—except one of the flaws of human nature....
Questo lungho e splendido racconto di Fredric Brown è stato scritto nel lontano 1943. Ma, per la ragione che il lettore troverà indicata nelle “note”, non era mai stato tradotto in italiano. Le difficoltà di traduzione sembravano insormontabili. E invece la soluzione era semplice. Bastava pensarci. E bastava, soprattutto, aver fiducia nei lettori: i quali, specialmente se l’inglese non lo sanno ancora, saranno ben lieti di imparare una decina di “parole chiave” in quella utilissima lingua e in questa singolarissima storia.
It’s 1964, and a billion Martians suddenly ’kwimmed’ to Earth. There’s one Martian for every three people on the planet. They’re annoying but your fist goes straight through them, since they’re essentially projections that can talk. And the most annoying about them is that they always tell the truth.
Małe miasteczko na północy Stanów Zjednoczonych staje się miejscem wygnania gwiezdnego przestępcy. Intruz ma tylko jedno pragnienie — wrócić. Wykorzystuje do tego celu ludzi i zwierzęta, opanowując ich mózgi. Śmierć ofiary jest dla niego jedyną szansą zdobycia następnej. Serią podejrzanych, pozornie ze sobą nie powiązanych samobójstw, zaczyna się interesować wybitny naukowiec spędzający w miasteczku urlop. Nie wie, jak straszliwą walkę przyjdzie mu stoczyć, by ocalić Ziemię przed agresją Obcych.
He was incapable of love or mercy.. or hate. And he certainly never felt the lack. He was almost pure thought. He was just doing what he had to do—looking for the right body to play host to him. Once he found it and moved in, he would execute one of the most incredible plans ever conceived. He would be hailed as a hero on his own planet and Earth would never know what hit it!
Eighteen year old albino intersex Saved is born into an post-apocalyptic society where life thrives only underground. After being shunned by the God fearing villagers for merely being born different, Saved leaves the safety of Garden Home questioning God’s existence.
Modern-day Regency fashion expert Eleanor Pottinger consorts with ghosts and travels in time in Brown's charming romance. Eleanor discovers her hotel room is haunted by sisters Mina and Deirdre Cracklebury, and she agrees to a deal: she will save their brother, Teddy, from a deadly duel by keeping the wicked Lord Shermont from seducing one of the sisters, in trade for meeting Jane Austen. Eleanor wakes up in 1814, meets smarmy Teddy and is instantly attracted to Lord Shermont, who is not all he seems. Soon she's forced into a terrible choice: Hot sex or the real Jane Austen? True Janeites will find scant evidence of Austen's acerbic wit in either character or tone, but the sprightly humor, handsome hero and twisty ending will please most Regency romance fans.
The Profiler My Life Hunting Serial Killers & Psychopaths
The book chronicles Brown’s career as a criminal profiler while also exploring the circumstances that led her to that line of study. Ironically enough, it was in the early 90's that Brown and her then-husband took in a male boarder so that she could afford to stay at home and school her children. When the strangled body of a young woman was discovered on the neighborhood jogging path a short time later, Brown had an intuitive suspicion that their boarder was guilty of the crime. Though her husband tried to assuage her concerns, she remained convinced that her hypothesis was correct and quickly amassed physical and circumstantial evidence of his guilt. The local police dismissed her as a busybody housewife. She remained vigilant in her efforts, and the police named him a person of interest six years later…
The Profiler is fascinating in many respects, not the least of which is that it lifts the veil of misconception that the news media and entertainment industry have created and reveals criminal profiling for what it actually is-an analysis of physical and behavioral evidence that is utilized to form the most scientific determination as to how a crime occurred and what type of person it was that committed it. Rather than individuals who physically track down and confront cold-blooded killers while coping with the demons that come with such a dangerous profession, profilers are generally behind-the-scenes thinkers who analyze and recreate scenarios, often years after the cases have gone cold-and often while being met with the resistance and/or indifference of the authorities.
Readers will be intrigued by Brown’s case files, many of which she reveals in the book. Along with a history of each crime, she chronicles the origins of her involvement in the case (most often by request of the victim’s family), the official police investigation and its conclusions, and her own thought process as to how the crime occurred-often the result of a reenactment of the crime, typically staged with the help of her good-natured children. She then lists her suspects, exploring the veracity of each supposition, and ultimately identifies the one person that she most strongly feels is guilty. (Some names and identifying characteristics have been changed to protect the identity of individuals discussed in the book.)
What is shocking is that nearly every case discussed in The Profiler has gone officially unsolved. Even in the instances where there is clear and compelling evidence of guilt, factors such as politics, economics, and/or the lack of available resources tend to thwart justice. This is a source of outrage to Brown, and it should inspire an equally incredulous response from readers. One of the greatest triumphs of the book is that it portrays a criminal justice system that fails much more often than we know, or would care to admit. And while this may indeed be a scary prospect, it is one that needs to be brought to light if reform is going to happen.
Almost conversational in tone, The Profiler is the rare book that takes a complex topic and simplifies, rather than compounds, its mystique. Brown has a distinct voice, which discernibly captures moments of despair, humor, and levity, and she proclaims her opinions boldly and without reservation. Just as she willingly admits that much of her job is reliant on common sense, readers should be equally forthcoming in recognizing that common sense is woefully underutilized, underappreciated, and underdeveloped. And that is a crime that affects all of us…