What could be more innocuous than grass? Or more idyllic than a world covered with a wind-whipped ocean of verdant plains?
But the planet Grass conceals horrifying secrets within its endless pastures.
And as an incurable plague attacks all inhabited planets but this one, the prairie-like Grass begins to reveal these secrets – and nothing will ever be the same again …
Considered to be among one of Sheri S. Tepper’s best works, Grass was nominated for both the Hugo and Locus awards. It explores ideas of colonisation, class and sits as part of a rich culture of feminist SF. In 2015, Tepper received the World Fantasy Award for Life Achievement.
‘A splendid achievement, one of the most satisfying science fiction novels I have read in years’ – New York Times
‘One of science fiction’s premier world-builders’ – The Encyclopedia of Science Fiction
‘Tepper delves into the nature of truth and religion . . . in her compelling story’ – Publishers Weekly
Welcome to The Best Of The Masterworks: a selection of the finest in science fiction
Convicted armed robber Jimmy ‘Spotter’ Gould is shot dead within seconds of emerging from London’s Stone Mill Prison at the end of an eight-year sentence, and Brock and DS Poole are faced with yet anther baffling crime.
s enquiries continue, an embezzling solicitor’s clerk, a dodgy undertaker and a dubious motor trader all enter the frame.
He tried to help a woman in need – but she’s the prime suspect in her husband’s murder…
Classic crime from one of the greats of the Detection Club
Con Gardiner had no family; his work and his one-room flat filled most of his solitary existence, until one evening a strange girl in the street asked him to lend her a pound.
Con was attracted to Caro Graves, and puzzled too; he couldn’t see what would become of this girl who had just left her husband after a bitter quarrel, and who had nowhere to go. But he was soon to have more to worry about: Caro’s husband was dead . . . and Caro was the main suspect.
‘Anthony Gilbert’s novels show the unsensational type of detective story at its best’ Daily Telegraph
The free humans lived underground, secretive, like rats. Above, the world was a fearsome place for them – the open sky a terror, the night so black, and the striding machines from space so laser-flame deadly.
Esther dared the open; she saw the sky; she saw the Enemy. And she was taken – captive – to the vast alien empty city. Surrounded by marvels of a science not born on earth, Esther did not know what they wanted of her. There was mystery in the city, dread in the heavens, and magic in the handsome alien man who came to her.
Originally published in 1940, the protagonist of Lost Men in the Grass is a chemist who invents a serum designed to prolong life, but which in fact enormously shrinks its subjects. It precedes Richard Matheson’s famous novel The Incredible Shrinking Man (1956).
A mysterious invisible barrier suddenly enclose a small, out-of-the-way American township. The agency is a galactic intelligence intent on imposing harmony and co-operation on all peoples – but fear of the unknown reduces man to the most illogical behaviour.
All that glitters isn’t gold.
A rich man sends Donald Lam looking for a man – when he really wants to find a woman. A minor missing persons case turns out to be a major one. And a pleasure boat on pontoons serves as a smuggler’s ship on wheels.
This is a job for detectives who know their fact from fiction, and Bertha Cool and Donald Lam are pitted against people who know too well that all grass isn’t green.
Clint Sewell knew there wasn’t a wife within fifty miles who didn’t have reason to murder Mary Olan – because there wasn’t a husband around who didn’t think the grass was greener in Mary Olan’s bedroom. The latest occupant was Sewell’s boss, Dodd Raymond – a man not above using Sewell to cover up his sins. And maybe not above letting Clint take the rap when the fabulous Mary is found dead in Sewell’s bedroom closet with his belt around her neck.
It lay in the grass, tiny and white and burning. He stooped, put out his fingers. And then there was nothing. Nothing but darkness and oblivion. A split second demolition of the world of Richard Avery.
From a damp February afternoon in Kensington Gardens, Avery is precipitated into a world of apparent unreason. A world in which his intelligence is tested by computers, and which he is finally left on a strange tropical island with three companions, and a strong human desire to survive.
But then the mystery deepens: for there are two moons in the sky, and the rabbits have six legs, and there is a physically satisfying reason for the entire situation.
A cash-in-transit raid goes pear-shaped when armed police show up. After all the smart planning and careful preparation someone must have talked – so think the relatives and friends of the jailed gang members. And it looks like the grass must have been the only raider to escape the trap.
A vengeance squad is on the prowl and Detective Chief Superintendent Colin Harpur and his boss Assistant Chief Constable Desmond Iles are given the job of protecting the informant and his family. Yet all the time the lynch mob is closing in . . .
‘James’s writing dazzles with its poetic brevity’ Publishers Weekly