Showing posts with label Belmont Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Belmont Books. Show all posts

Wednesday, 11 July 2012

GREYLAND

Belmont Tower paperback, 1972. Cover artist uncredited.

"He awoke as from some misty, prolonged, vaguely disturbing dream, yet somehow he knew that what had happened and what was happening had a strange reality. It was not the kind of reality his disciplined mind would have accepted in the past, though his consciousness rejected the concept of present and past. This reality seemed to exist outside thought and apart from emotion. There was the lingering physical sensation of having travelled infinite distances through unimaginable dimensions. There was, too, the sense of unthreatening mystery, of soft, overpowering greyness. This total greyness meant limitless peace, he seemed to know. He knew his name. He spoke it aloud. The beautiful girl bending over him repeated it. her skin was grey..."

Monday, 27 February 2012

THE NEW TOMORROWS

Belmont Tower paperback, 1973. Cover artist uncredited,
signature: O'Brian.

"The New Tomorrows is a predestined collision of fifteen first-rate stories of somewhat scientific speculative fiction, collected and commented on by Norman Spinrad, himself the author of the controversial novel Bug Jack Barron."

Contents:

The Pleasure Garden Of Felipe Sagittarius by Michael Moorcock
Driftglass by Samuel R. Delany
Sending The Very Best by Ed Bryant
Going Down South by Robert Silverberg
The Garden Of Delights by Langdon Jones
Surface If You Can by Terry Champagne
Masks by Damon Knight
Pennies, Off A Dead Man's Eyes by Harlan Ellison
198-, A Tale Of "Tomorrow" by John T. Sladek
Flight Useless, Inexorable The Pursuit by Thomas M. Disch
The Last Hurrah Of The Golden Horde by Norman Spinrad
Down The Up Escalation by Brian W. Aldiss
Circularization Of Concensed Conventional Straight-Line World-Image Structures by Michael Butterworth
The Definition by Bob Marsden
The Jungle Rot Kid On The Nod by Philip José Farmer.

Saturday, 28 January 2012

ODYSSEY TO EARTHDEATH

Belmont paperback, November 1968. Cover artist uncredited.

"Psych-Sickness is the term they used when a citizen of cityside rebelled against the wholesale manufacture of death...Against the fact-clock which voiced the conquer-kill count each minute...Against the daily launching of bio-bombs into Landsend, to "keep the peace." strangely, not one citizen of cityside had been killed by a Landsender. But the citysiders were being lost in droves to psych-sickness. Circus was the answer. The plan of the brutal Supreme Priestman Pume was to alleviate the Psych-Sickness. Or did he intend to create a greater evil?"

Thursday, 26 January 2012

GIANT OF WORLD'S END

Belmont paperback, February 1968. Illustration: Jeff Jones.

"An unlikely band of heroes - a woman who loved in vain, a magician who loved only wisdom, and a warrior to whom love was a genetic impossibility - fought the doom that filled the skies of their strange world. 
And it came to pass that Zolobion the magician and Ganelon Silvermane set forth from the land of the great stone face and took the first steps of their gigantic journey across the world, a journey so long and fearful and so filled with wonders that no man since time began until that hour had undertaken a like adventure. 

But their mission was a logical impossibility. Hence what purpose is undertaking it? Only that the moon was falling."

SPACE TUG

Belmont SF paperback, Nov 1968. Illustration by Jack Gaughan.

"There had been two attempts to blast it with atomic bombs, but it was aloft now, floating grandly around the earth. - this was the space platform. The crew badly needed food, air, water and means of self-defense. It was up to Joe Kennmore to make the first flight to carry a cargo into outer space; but the opponents of the platform hadn't given up..."

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

DOOMSTAR

Belmont SF paperback, Jan 1966. Cover artist uncredited.

"The sun shone brightly on this fateful morning, bringing to its planets warmth and life-giving rays. The brightness increased sharply as the morning grew older. The glare was blinding; the radiation not life-giving, but deadly. By mid-afternoon the brilliant, intense sun shone on barren space. It had blasted each of its four planets out of existence. 
Someone had found a way to poison a star. 
And someone had to be found who could prevent the takeover - or destruction - of the entire universe. Who? Johnny Kettrick, as improbably a hero as there never was. Johnny Kettrick was banned from the cluster world for his not-too-honest dealings was sent back there with his three equally unholy partners to search out the doomstar...To find the Doomstar before it burned out another world."

Saturday, 3 September 2011

IT WAS THE DAY OF THE ROBOT

Belmont paperback, first printing, March 1963.
Cover artist uncredited.

"The vault was like a prison, harsh with artificial sunlight, each of the twenty computer units guarded by heavy bars. You could look up at the glittering tiers of memory banks and stimulus response units and tell yourself that the big brain was on our side. But if the unit flashed its cold light upon you...
 
Far down the vault a man screamed. His fists were clenched and he raged curses at the humming computers. There was agony in his eyes, and defiance. 
"I had no right to interfere (it was a problem for the security guards) but I did. I'd seen men killed or crippled for life. In six long strides, I crossed the vault..."

It Was The Day Of The Robot is an original paperback novelization of the famous short story Made To Order, published by special arrangement with the author.

Thursday, 2 September 2010

THE COSMIC EYE

Belmont paperback, September 1969. Cover painting by
Jack Faragasso (thanks: Mark).

"Morris should have functioned perfectly in the rigid totalitarian society of the future where every thought, every word, every action was controlled by the superstate. A state where everyone was watched night and day by the great eye of the internal security forces. It was a strange, in man was inhuman worlds, but the rewards were great for those who belonged to the right caste. Morris belonged to the master class which ruled the entire world by brain power or brutality, depending on which was needed. Morris was born right at the top - he had everything the technate society could provide - and yet he didn't belong. Nonconformity could mean liquidation, but he was prepared to take the risk."