Written by Bryce Walton
Design For Doomsday
by Bryce WaltonDesign For Doomsday, by Bryce Walton. Slogging through Venus' reeking muck and groping horrors toward the forbidding dome of Solar Science City—treasure-vault of the best brains in the System—Guardsman Venard remembered the frightened whispers: "An evil god rules there!"The tone of the slurred, emotionless voice was cold and deadly, as were the ton..
The Green Dream
by Bryce WaltonThe Green Dream by Bryce Walton. Owen Baarslag had brought terror to the swamp people. Joha, the little Venusian maid, was determined that he should not leave without it.Joha, who was part Venusian, twined her translucent fingers through the Earthman's matted hair. She smiled. Strangely, from her light green face, red eyes shone with a terrible hat..
The Irish Guards in the Great War, Volume 1 (of 2)
by Bryce WaltonThese volumes try to give soberly and with what truth is possible, the experiences of both battalions of the Irish Guards from 1914 to 1918. The point of view is the battalions’, and the facts mainly follow the Regimental Diaries, supplemented by the few private letters and documents which such a war made possible, and by some tales that have gathe..
Adam Smith
by Bryce WaltonEarly in 1793 Dugald Stewart read at two meetings of the Royal Society of Edinburgh his “Account of the Life and Writings of Adam Smith.” Written with the sympathetic pen of a friend and disciple in the Corinthian style that Stewart loved, the memoir was too good to be superseded. A century passed, and in 1895 appeared Mr. John Rae’s exhaustive Lif..
H. G. Hawker, airman - his life and work
by Bryce WaltonThe figure of Hawker looms up large in the early days of aviation, and such was the man, that even after the war, with the hundreds of thousands of people that came into the movement, he still stood out a noteworthy figure. His name will go down for all time coupled with others who gave their lives for the cause, such as Rolls, Grace, Cody. It..
Space Blackout
by Bryce WaltonLove of their homes and the soil beneath them and the life they had achieved. It's a story I believe Earthmen could ponder, and benefit from. For we are the youngest of terrestrial civilizations within the space orbit the Martians have shown us.I'm Jerry Kos, master navigator, twenty-seven and entitled to three stripes on my jacket to prove I've co..
The Fantasy Fan, Volume 1, Number 11, July 1934
by Bryce WaltonSome will perhaps wonder what I precisely meant, in my dialog in the May issue, when my character, Sidney, exclaimed, "And if scribes could only emulate Smith or Lovecraft or Howard!" I meant, of course, that writers should strive to these three in greatness—but a greatness of a different sort. For there can only be one Clark Ashton Smith, one H. P..
Doomsday 257 A.G.!
by Bryce WaltonCadmus trembled now as he waited. He had been waiting too long. Sweat was heavy on his clean-muscled body. A bright eagerness blazed from his gray eyes. And beyond the small pressure dome of the combination lab and living quarters, the frigid night pounded at the translucent teflonite—gnawed hungrily at that small dot of life and warmth on the barr..