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Hurrying on, Barbee nodded to the workman as casually as he could. His skin felt goose-pimpled under the thin red robe, and he couldn't help shivering to a colder chill than he felt in the frosty air....

Jack Williamson

Hurrying on, Barbee nodded to the workman as casually as he could. His skin felt goose-pimpled under the thin red robe, and he couldn't help shivering to a colder chill than he felt in the frosty air....

Tags: suburbia

Perhaps that was just a hunch.Barbee shivered again. He knew that he himself possessed what he called the nose for news - an intuitive perception of human motivations and the impending events that wou...

Jack Williamson

Perhaps that was just a hunch.Barbee shivered again. He knew that he himself possessed what he called the nose for news - an intuitive perception of human motivations and the impending events that wou...

Tags: alcoholism, intuition, sensitivity

About Author
John Stewart Williamson (April 29, 1908 – November 10, 2006), who wrote as Jack Williamson, was an American science fiction writer, one of several called the "Dean of Science Fiction". He is also credited with one of the first uses of the term genetic engineering. Early in his career he sometimes used the pseudonyms Will Stewart and Nils O. Sonderlund.

Witch. A being born a little different, he preferred to phrase it. He remembered reading something about the Rhine experiments, at Duke University. Some people, those sober scientists had proved, perc...

Jack Williamson

Witch. A being born a little different, he preferred to phrase it. He remembered reading something about the Rhine experiments, at Duke University. Some people, those sober scientists had proved, perc...

Was still afraid—not of the dark-lipped girl who seemed to be waiting for his kiss, not even of the twentieth-century sorceress she pretended to be, but rather of that vague and strangely terrifying f...

Jack Williamson

Was still afraid—not of the dark-lipped girl who seemed to be waiting for his kiss, not even of the twentieth-century sorceress she pretended to be, but rather of that vague and strangely terrifying f...

Supernatural, and my own rational philosophy is founded on proven science. But I still believe in hell. The dark man smiled. For every man manufactures his own private hell and peoples it with demons...

Jack Williamson

Supernatural, and my own rational philosophy is founded on proven science. But I still believe in hell. The dark man smiled. For every man manufactures his own private hell and peoples it with demons...

Wendre had appealed to Horn as no woman ever had. She had a man’s mind and a woman’s heart. She was self-reliant, proud, courageous. She grasped the situation quickly, accepted the odds, and did what...

Jack Williamson

Wendre had appealed to Horn as no woman ever had. She had a man’s mind and a woman’s heart. She was self-reliant, proud, courageous. She grasped the situation quickly, accepted the odds, and did what...

We're never quite so powerful as we feel, in this free state, she whispered in the rushing wind. Because our usual bodies are left behind, and our moving mind complexes can draw only upon the chance e...

Jack Williamson

We're never quite so powerful as we feel, in this free state, she whispered in the rushing wind. Because our usual bodies are left behind, and our moving mind complexes can draw only upon the chance e...

Life would have been absolutely empty without imagination.

Jack Williamson

Life would have been absolutely empty without imagination.

Tags: life, without, empty

I'm afraid Dr. Mondrick chose an unfortunate publicity device. After all, the theory of human evolution is no longer front page news. Every known detail of the origin of mankind is extremely important...

Jack Williamson

I'm afraid Dr. Mondrick chose an unfortunate publicity device. After all, the theory of human evolution is no longer front page news. Every known detail of the origin of mankind is extremely important...

Tags: knowledge, public opinion

I'm a strict materialist - but the police are brutal materialists.

Jack Williamson

I'm a strict materialist - but the police are brutal materialists.

Tags: police

I wonder-? whispered April Bell, her long eyes narrowed and dark. I wonder what they really found?Whatever it is, breathed Barbee, the find doesn't seem to have made them very happy. A fundamentalist...

Jack Williamson

I wonder-? whispered April Bell, her long eyes narrowed and dark. I wonder what they really found?Whatever it is, breathed Barbee, the find doesn't seem to have made them very happy. A fundamentalist...

Si descubría nuevos mundos, poco importaba que fuese por error.

Jack Williamson

Si descubría nuevos mundos, poco importaba que fuese por error.

Sleep pressed upon him with an urgency that became resistless.  And April Bell was calling to him.  Her voice came clearly to him, above all the subdued murmur of traffic noises. It was a ringing gold...

Jack Williamson

Sleep pressed upon him with an urgency that became resistless.  And April Bell was calling to him.  Her voice came clearly to him, above all the subdued murmur of traffic noises. It was a ringing gold...

The trouble began when the first witch was hounded and stoned to death, by the first savage man. It will go on till the last witch is dead. Always, everywhere, men must follow that old Biblical law: T...

Jack Williamson

The trouble began when the first witch was hounded and stoned to death, by the first savage man. It will go on till the last witch is dead. Always, everywhere, men must follow that old Biblical law: T...

I fancy that the spirit of old Tom Hossie, wise with age and vastly weary of the labor and troublous delights of life, hungered and thirsted for death.

Jack Williamson

I fancy that the spirit of old Tom Hossie, wise with age and vastly weary of the labor and troublous delights of life, hungered and thirsted for death.

Her long body stiffened against him. Her cool fingers tightened in his shaggy fur, and her bare, clinging heels dug deep into his heaving flanks. She was sweet against him, and the clear logic of this...

Jack Williamson

Her long body stiffened against him. Her cool fingers tightened in his shaggy fur, and her bare, clinging heels dug deep into his heaving flanks. She was sweet against him, and the clear logic of this...

Tags: sex

With the vague hope that it might somehow explain his dream, he took one of his old textbooks from the shelves and tried to read the chapter on lycanthropy. The book cataloged the queerly universal pr...

Jack Williamson

With the vague hope that it might somehow explain his dream, he took one of his old textbooks from the shelves and tried to read the chapter on lycanthropy. The book cataloged the queerly universal pr...

Your danger is something other than death, and uglier. Because she will try to change you—to arouse something in you that should never be awakened.

Jack Williamson

Your danger is something other than death, and uglier. Because she will try to change you—to arouse something in you that should never be awakened.

Barbee had wondered about insanity, sometimes with a brooding dread - for his own father, whom he scarcely remembered, had died in the forbidding stone pile of the state asylum. He had vaguely suppose...

Jack Williamson

Barbee had wondered about insanity, sometimes with a brooding dread - for his own father, whom he scarcely remembered, had died in the forbidding stone pile of the state asylum. He had vaguely suppose...

Barbee had always wondered about mental institutions. He thought of taking notes for a feature story on this adventure at Glennhaven, as the evening wore on, began to seem remarkable for utter lack of...

Jack Williamson

Barbee had always wondered about mental institutions. He thought of taking notes for a feature story on this adventure at Glennhaven, as the evening wore on, began to seem remarkable for utter lack of...

Tags: insanity