Armchair Fiction presents extra large editions of classic science fiction double novels. The first novel, “A God Named Smith” is a brilliant essay of the future by renown sci-fi author, Henry Slesar. The kind of people that Smith wanted for his new world was simple: If you believe you have supe¬rior and/or mental capabili¬ties, and are interested in joining other men and women of your caliber in the most important enterprise of hu¬man history, you are invited to write for full details con¬cerning the establishment of a new planetary home for the human race. This is an un¬precedented opportunity to begin life anew on a better world: a world without fault and without end, where Nature is subservient to Man, and Man subservient to God; where beauty and perfection are more important than hate or lust; where Man can live in peace and harmony and eternal Truth. The only problem was that Smith turned out to be something less than a benevolent ruler. The second novel, “Worlds of the Imperium,” is by another great sci-fi veteran, Keith Laumer. It was high intrigue in an alternate universe. For Brion Bayard, the discovery of an alternate world to Earth, where history took a different turn in the road, was not a pleasant experience. When he was kidnapped kicking and screaming, it brought him some startling revelations. Here was a world in which there were identical double personages—¬including a dangerous and most hated dictator named…Brion Bayard! His assignment seemed simple enough. Dressed as the dictator’s double, Brion was to enter the enemy stronghold, kill the dictator, and take his place until law and order could be maintained. Unfortunately, assassination attempts are a mighty tricky deal and things do not always go as planned…

Armchair Fiction presents extra-large editions of classic science fiction double novels with original illustrations. The first novel, "Secret of Marracott Deep" is a tale of an undersea race rising from the depths to menace mankind. What was the secret of beautiful woman on the beach who found herself constantly threatened by monsters from below? Look out for giant lobsters! The second novel, "Pawn of the Black Fleet" is a tale of pending invasion. A massive alien fleet hovered in the skies above America. For days the grim, threatening spaceships of the invading armada were seen simultaneously over every major city, washing the earth below with a stinking miasma of evil dread. Then suddenly, the pattern stopped and the world waited silently and fearfully for the next move. Both novels are terrific thrillers penned by two well-known '60s sci-fi specialists, Henry Slesar and Mark Clifton

A PULP TALES PRESS REPLICA: The July 1956 issue of AMAZING STORIES featuring "This Planet is Mine" by C. H. Thames, "The Monument" by Henry Slesar, "The Last Chord" by Karl Stanley, "Run of Luck" by Calvin Knox, "Stay Out of My Grave" by Ralph Burke, and "Catch a Thief" by Gordon Aghill.

A Philip J. Riley's NightMare Series volume. Commentary and "About the Author" Henry Slesar by Randall D. Larson - edited by Philip J. Riley The clouds of yellow dust rolled and swirled and whistled in agonized motion, and their sound obscured the needle-thin cries of men in anguish. The pain had come upon them suddenly, pain that gripped their chests like the giant talons of some rapacious bird, pain that sent them scurrying, reeling, stumbling towards the silvery object that stood half-buried in the volatile sands. Some were to make the ship in time; others were to die later. One was to live to see the horror of the dust-shrouded planet transplanted to the world of his birth, twenty million miles away. The Ymir, as the creature was named by Forrest J Ackerman is one of Ray Harryhausen's best remembered stop motion creations. Originally published as an Amazing Stories special edition.

Jerry Bridges, sitting in the chair opposite his employer's desk, chewed on his knuckles and said nothing. One part of his mind wanted him to play it cagey, to behave the way the newspaper wanted him to behave, to protect the cozy Washington assignment he had waited four years to get. But another part of him, a rebel part, wanted him to stay on the trail of the story he felt sure was about to break. "I didn't mean to make trouble, Mr. Conners," he said casually. "It just seemed strange, all these exchanges of couriers in the past two days. I couldn't help thinking something was up." "Even if that's true, we'll hear about it through the usual channels," Conners frowned. "But getting a senator's secretary drunk to obtain information--well, that's not only indiscreet, Bridges. It's downright dirty."