By: James Branch Cabell

Appearance of the Duke of Logreus

By: John Buchan

“Why should not your Picts or Brownies be living to this day?”

By: Hammond Innes

“The driver leaned across to grip my arm — and I jumped.”

By: John Russell

And, after all, the ship came.

By: James Branch Cabell

Pitiful Disguises of Thragnar

By: Hammond Innes

I knew then that his lung was punctured.

By: John Russell

Perroquet caught up their paddle and flattened him…

By: James Branch Cabell

The Orthodox Rescue of Guenevere

By: Hammond Innes

I was alone — in the Russian Zone of Germany.

By: John Russell

I pull your gullet out like the string of an orange…

By: James Branch Cabell

Old Toys and a New Shadow

By: Hammond Innes

“My God!” I said. “I believe you want him dead.”

By: John Russell

Will you wake before I smash your ribs?

By: James Branch Cabell

Of Compromises on a Wednesday

By: Hammond Innes

His legs disappeared into the black void of the slip-stream.