Some six or seven feet above the port bulwarks, framed in fog, and as utterly unsupported as the full moon, hung a Face. It was not human, and it certainly was not animal, for it did not belong to thi...
Harold Klawans treated people with a huge array of troubles, all of which boiled down to one complaint: something was wrong with their brains. As a sympathetic and brilliant brain detective, Klawans d...