All the Myriad Ways
Larry Niven
Language: English
Pages: 181
ISBN: B000TXY1YO
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Second printing of this early collection of short works by this Nebula and Hugo Award winning author. Cover art mistakenly attributed to Sternbach - it is actually by Dean Ellis. Contents: All the Myriad Ways (1968); Passerby (1969); For a Foggy Night (1968); Wait It Out [Known Space] (1968); The Jigsaw Man [Known Space] (1967); Not Long Before the End (1969); Unfinished Story No. 1 (1970); Unfinished Story No. 2 (1971); Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex (essay, 1969); Exercise in Speculation: The Theory and Practice of Teleportation (essay, 1969); The Theory and Practice of Time Travel (essay, 1971) Inconstant Moon (1971); What Can You Say About Chocolate Covered Manhole Covers? (1971); Becalmed in Hell [Known Space] (1965). NOTE: This edition always shows some age toning of pages.
version or another of the Day of Resurrection. Sunlight- -And stars. No sign of the big blob that found me so singularly tasteless yesterday. But I could be looking in the wrong direction. I hope it got to cover. I'm looking east, out over the splash plain. In my peripheral vision the ship looks unchanged and undamaged. My suit lies beside me on the ice. I stand on a peak of black rock, poised in my silvered underwear, looking eternally out at the horizon. Before the cold touched my brain
could he get a razor? He tried the desk drawers. Many businessmen kept spare razors. He stopped when he was halfway through. Not because he'd found a razor, but because he knew where he was. The papers on the desk made it all too obvious. A hospital. He was still clutching the jumper. He dropped it in the wastebasket, covered it tidily with papers, and more or less collapsed into the chair behind the desk. A hospital. He would pick a hospital. And this hospital, the one which had been built
time?" "Now, you know my agent lives in New York." "Why him?" "My child, why would any writer want to murder his agent? For the manuscripts he loses under other manuscripts. For his ill-gotten ten percent, and the remaining ninety percent that he sends me grudgingly and late. For-" Suddenly the wind roared and rose up against us. Leslie pointed, and we ran for a deep doorway that turned out to be Gucci's. We huddled against the glass. The wind was suddenly choked with hail the size of
The data we had gotten from the surface merely confirmed in detail our previous knowledge of the hottest world in the solar system. "Temperature just went up to six-thirteen," said Eric. "Look, are you through hitching?" "For the moment." "Good. Strap down. We're taking off." "Oh fabulous day!" I started untangling the crash webbing over my couch. "We've done everything we came to do. Haven't we?" "Am I arguing? Look, I'm strapped down." "Yeah." I knew why he was reluctant to leave. I
offense?" ‘‘No." He took his shoes off and wiggled his toes in the grass. His feet were too small for him, and his toes were long and agile, almost prehensile. No doctor had appeared yet. Probably the matronly woman had simply walked away to avoid being involved. In any case, the rammer's strength had returned. He said, "On Koschei we tend to large girth. Gravity pulls less heavily at the meat of us. To qualify as a rammer I sweated away half my body weight, so that the unneeded two hundred