Few adventures in the annals of spatial conquest have aroused so much interest and speculation as the discovery, some ten years ago, of Cloris 2. Often described nowadays as a small, exotic world of infinite charm, Cloris 2 is regarded as an ideal holiday resort. It now boasts some of the best hotels and playgrounds in the universe, yet no so long ago it was deserted, peopled only by the ghosts of a long dead race.
Belonging to a neighbouring galaxy, Cloris 2 was well outside the exploration range of the vessels of the time, and could only have been visited through a mischance, without hope of return. Such a chance was forced on a handful of people caught up in the mesh of an operation which began long in the past - they had no choice. The discovery of Cloris 2 is one of human courage and the hand of the unexpected, piracy, narrow escapes from alien defence and the ghosts of past tragedy.

Lost Aeons

In A.D. 2043 the world seemed doomed to suffer the impact of total war on a hitherto undreamed-of scale. The horrors of titanic bombardment and the searing ravages of electronic ray assault were slowly simmering up to a point when the Controllers themselves could not turn back. But it was only a handful of men and women, living and working in the underground dumps of destructive force, who fully appreciated the danger. They feared for their fellow beings; but when the war itself was due to start the blow came, not from a mortal enemy but from a far more terrible foe...

Chloroplasm

A scientist invents a duplicating ray which leads to the duplication of human bodies, instantaneous teleportation and a terrifying crime wave.

The Fatal Law

For space operators to find a derelict ship on one of the many dead worlds at the fringe of the Galaxy was not unusual, but in this instance it led to one of the weirdest adventures ever experienced by mortal beings. From a salvage point of view it was a worthless find, but its log book-and the small but priceless cargo it carried-opened up a wide field of speculation, prompting the people who found it to penetrate deeper into space in search of the nameless world from which the wreck had come...

Mammalia

Spatial Body 232: Zone K, because of its valuable strategic position as a satellite of Zennor, was the goal set by the exploratory expeditions from the Earth controlled ports of Zennor itself. A base on 232 offered many advantages for defence of the spaceways, and establishing a settlement there was a must lest rival races in the Galaxy gain a foothold on it first. But though successive ships blasted off with the avowed intent of claiming the cheerless grey satellite none had ever been heard of again, save one whose crew had returned to report fantastic storms of unknown origin. It was not until Tony Wayne and John Reece crash-landed their ship on 232 that they learnt its incredible secrets - and found there a fellow whose story was akin to a nightmare . . .

Livres