Fiction Books

Salmon's House, to which division of Deepwater College Jack Symonds and his study-mates belonged, was famous for its exclusive set of youngsters—a band who had clubbed together for their own advancement, and the confusion of everybody else, and had named themselves the Crees. It amounted in the...

H. Bedford-Jones’ thrilling novel of the Vikings and King Olaf, who broke the power of the old gods and who introduced Christianity into his realm. One of H. Bedford-Jones’ earliest novels, it’s now part of The H. Bedford-Jones Library.

Double Crossed by W. Douglas Newton

“Over Abbeville,” the second in this remarkable series, includes one of the most unusual and exciting scenes ever described—a fight to the death waged in the narrow cabin of a London-to-Paris passenger plane.

Two young men, Eugene Irtenev and his brother, are left a large inheritance after the death of their father. However, the inheritance is saddled with debts, and the brothers must decide whether or not to accept it. Eugene accepts the inheritance and buys off his brother's portion, thinking that he...

Woody Hartford, seated upon a four-legged stool of uncertain design, examined the pieces of a carburetor that lay on a bench before him, and contemplated a problem of the nicest delicacy. The problem had nothing to do with the carburetor. Woody at seventeen could put that back together without...

"Old Sutro and young Steenie were where they might have been found on almost every day at the same hour, - down on the beach, where the great canon cut through the mesa to the sea.A group of rocks, roughly piled, and a few evergreen shrubs clustering about them, made a pleasant break in a long...

The after port anchor had come inboard before I stepped over the rail of the Gullwing, and leaped to the deck. The starboard and port bowers were both catted and fished and the stay-fore-sail had filled to pay off her head.

The vast, gray expanse of the desert lay still as a pic ture in the heat of the early afternoon. The silence of waste places held it. It was gaunt and sterile, clad with a drab growth of sage, flat as a table, and with the white scurf of the alkali breaking through its parched skin. It was the...

Yates Stirling Jr. was a young boy when he stood on the deck of a United States Navy warship for the first time. An admiral on board asked him if he was going join the Navy like his father. Young Stirling answered, "I hope to, sir."