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<title>The Wonder War</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/laurence-m-janifer/the_wonder_war.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/laurence-m-janifer/the_wonder_war_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="The Wonder War" alt ="The Wonder War"/></a><br//><div><h3><span style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal;">The Overdogs had the toughest assignment in the Galaxy. Their manual of instructions weighed two pounds, but the basic policy was simple:</span></h3><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font19"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font19">1)    Stop war.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font19">2)    Stop any war in the inhabited Galaxy without favoring either side, or allowing either side to win.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font19">3)    Stop any war in the inhabited Galaxy without allowing bloodshed unless absolutely necessary.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font19">4</span><span class="font18">)    It had better not be absolutely necessary.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font19"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font19">The Terra-like planet of Wh’Gralb looked like a routine job for the Overdogs—until one Overdog agent got trapped and found he had to mastermind the war he had sworn to stop!</span></p></div>]]></description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2022 22:31:25 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Survivor</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/laurence-m-janifer/survivor.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/laurence-m-janifer/survivor_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Survivor" alt ="Survivor"/></a><br//><div><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font9">Laia Kodorko stumbled through the streets of the town with her eyes wide open and her hands held before her. She stumbled forward, never blinking, her hands moving in flat arcs.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font9"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font9">Her face wasn’t remotely human,- it was absolutely motionless, absolutely passionless. Something stared out of it at me. It wasn’t anything I’d ever imagined before.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font9"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font9">Nobody said anything for a moment. She stopped and just watched me—whatever she was.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font9"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font9">I said: “Who are you?”</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font9">Her voice was flat and lifeless. “We are here. We have always been here. We cannot be resisted.”</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font9"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font9">“What do you want?” I asked.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font9"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font9">“We want every human on the planet to leave immediately, forever. All who stay will die.”</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font9"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font9">That’s when the fighting started.</span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font9"><br></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font9"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Constantia; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 31.417598724365234px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px;"><span class="font1">Cub IV was a beautiful planet - it had a reputation as being one of the most peaceful and favorable planets for human colonization-but it wasn’t. There was an alien intelligence on Cub IV, a malicious intelligence that wouldn't rest until every human had been eliminated.</span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Constantia; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: auto; text-indent: 31.417598724365234px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px;"><span class="font1">-0-</span></p><p style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: medium; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 19px;"><span class="font9"></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Constantia; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 31.417598724365234px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px;"><span class="font1">It was a death trap…and Gerald Knave found himself the job of saving what was left of the human colony, keeping himself alive in the process. He would have all his survival skills and more, to perform that miracle</span></p></div>]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 20 Feb 1977 14:25:17 +0300</pubDate>
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<title>A Piece of Martin Cann</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 1977 22:26:07 +0300</pubDate>
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<title>Knave and The Game</title>
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<p class="MsoNormal">His identity card may read <font face="Constantia, serif" size="4"><span style="line-height: 14.25pt;">Gerald Knave:
Survivor, but to his countless followers, he’s that wisecracking,
adventure-loving space traveler who tickles the funny bone, while sending your
imagination reeling into the far future. Gathered for the first time in one
volume, the seven stories you’ll discover here offer some of Knaves most recent
—and most thrilling—escapades to date.</span></font></p><p></p><p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Consider
“Love in Bloom,” where our man Knave, with the help of a possibly deranged
chemist, gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “Make love not war”…“The
Samaritan Rule,” where a distant civilization points up the possibility of a
Samaritan being too good…and “The Wheelbarrow Thief,” where
the ultimate survivor volunteers for an assignment on a faraway planet —it’s
not exactly a suicide mission, but it’s no piece of cake either.</p><p></p><p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">With
loads of fast action, electrifying suspense, and uproarious fun, Knave
and the Game is a collection fans old and new can’t afford to pass
up!</p><p></p><p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Best
known for his creation of the inimitable Gerald Knave, Laurence M. Janifer is
the author of many short stories and novels, including <font face="Constantia, serif" size="4"><span style="line-height: 14.25pt;">You Sane Men.</span></font> He
lives in Brooklyn, New York.<font face="Constantia, serif" size="4"><span style="line-height: 14.25pt;"></span></font></p><p></p><p></p>

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<pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 1987 22:26:08 +0300</pubDate>
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<title>Alienist</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 16 Dec 2014 16:41:08 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>The Counterfeit Heinlein</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2011 08:17:01 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Power</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/laurence-m-janifer/power.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/laurence-m-janifer/power_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Power" alt ="Power"/></a><br//><div>A rebel spaceship - in a gamble that would either save or destroy Empire Earth.<div><br></div><div><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font34">Close to the top of Earth’s pyramid of power was Isidor Norin, leading member of the Council, respected advisor to Emperor Penn VII, and honored pillar of the Establishment.</span><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font34"><br></span><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font34">In a spaceship orbiting Mars was his son, Aaron Norin, issuing his ultimatum to the government on Earth: that liberty be restored to humanity, or the vital nerve center of the Empire would be destroyed.</span><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font34"><br></span><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font34">It was father against son, as a young man battling for old dreams and an old man defending new realities faced each other across space in a showdown to the death....</span></div></div>]]></description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 1977 08:17:01 +0300</pubDate>
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