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Otis Adelbert Kline was born on July 1, 1891, in Chicago, Illinois, United States.
Weird Tales (magazine)
(In Swordsman of Mars, Harry Thorne, outcast scion of a we...)
In Swordsman of Mars, Harry Thorne, outcast scion of a wealthy East Coast family, seeks the greatest adventure of his life. He exchanges bodies with his look-alike, Martian Sheb Takkor, and is transported millions of years into the past to a Mars peopled with mighty warriors, beautiful women, and fearsome beasts. Sheb Takkor, a great swordsman in his own right, must fight his way across the deserts and jungles of ancient Mars to save the lovely Princess Thane and to defeat his arch-enemy Sel Han -- or die trying! Edgar Rice Burroughs was the first great writer of planetary adventures.
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(While seeking out undiscovered species in the South Ameri...)
While seeking out undiscovered species in the South American rain forests, scientist Alfred Bell saves a spectacularly-dressed native chieftain from an attacking cougar. In the midst of the chieftain's gratitude, shots ring out in the distance signifying an attack on Bell's camp. During the skirmish, Bell is wounded by a poisoned dart and loses consciousness. He awakens in the chieftain's kingdom, the last remnants of the Incan empire! And he can never leave. . .
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(Jerry Morgan's amazing trip to the distant past of mars! ...)
Jerry Morgan's amazing trip to the distant past of mars! excerpt As the powerful car plunged up the mountain road, Jerry Morgan wondered what sort of reception awaited him at the end of this drive. Would the mysterious, eccentric man who was his uncle, and who lived in this mountain retreat which his nephew had never been permitted to visit, turn him away now? It was not until he had reached the highest limit of timber growth that he came upon a log habitation built against the mountainside which rose steeply behind it, rugged and bare of vegetation. He stopped the car in front of the log porch, off the road enough to avoid blocking it. No one was around; no one appeared as he slammed the car door shut, climbed the steps and crossed the veranda. No one answered his knock; the door swung open at the impact and Jerry entered. He found himself in a large living room, finished and furnished in pioneer style, the walls decorated with trophies. Despite the chill at this altitude, there was only cold, gray ashes mingled with bits of charcoal in the fireplace. Jerry had the feeling that the place had not been lived in for some time. Exploration confirmed his initial impression. Shelves in the kitchen were empty save for a few dishes and utensils. There was no sign of food, and a thin film of dust had settled over everything, even the sink. Puzzled, he returned to the living room and seated himself on a birch settee before the cold fireplace. Obviously, though this was the nominal residence of his uncle, Doctor Richard Morgan did not really live here. Where, then, did he live? As far as Jerry had been able to see in every direction there had been no sign of a building of any kind, save this one. As he sat there, reflecting on these mysteries, he suddenly heard the door open, and turning, saw his uncle. Like his nephew, Richard Morgan was tall and powerfully built. The remaining black among the silver hair and beard was as jet as Jerry's, and though he did not look like a military man, his presence radiated authority. His forehead was high and bulged outward over shaggy eyebrows that met above his aquiline nose; and he wore a pointed, closely cropped Vandyke. "Glad to see you, Jerry," boomed the doctor in his resonant bass voice. "I've been expecting you." Jerry Morgan stared in amazement as he took his uncle's proffered hand. "Expecting me? Why, I told no one--intended to surprise you. It sounds almost like thought-transference." "Perhaps you are nearer the truth than you imagine," replied the doctor, seating himself.
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(Planet of Peril is a science-fiction adventure on a world...)
Planet of Peril is a science-fiction adventure on a world of semi-barbaric nations, ferocious beasts, gigantic reptiles, and maidens in distress! Told in the finest Edgar Rice Burroughs tradition.
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(A simple help wanted ad, leads a expert climber to the el...)
A simple help wanted ad, leads a expert climber to the elixir of life… or is it? excerpt He had never saved his money, had learned no other trade or profession, and with millions of trained men jobless, he found it impossible to get work. He soon found himself flat broke. He then took to panhandling, usually getting enough nickels and dimes in a day for his food and a cheap flop. His last dime was now gone. Soon he must leave the languid comfort of the park bench and resume his panhandling, in order to obtain the food and the flophouse bunk that would see him through the night. A discarded newspaper lay on the bench beside him, and picking it up, he glanced idly through the ""Help Wanted"" columns of the classified section. Suddenly, a small ad caught and held his attention: WANTED: Experienced mountain climber. Easy work. Excellent pay. Applicants call in person, 1332 Poinsetta Drive, and ask for Professor Hartwell. Jorgeson frowned and considered. That address would be at least a five mile walk from where he sat. But didn't he walk a good fifteen to twenty miles a day, anyway? And the panhandling might even be better out Poinsetta way, whether he landed the job or not. He tore the ad from the paper, thrust it into his coat pocket, lurched to his feet, and slouched off on his way. 1332 Poinsettia Drive was a typical California bungalow, set in a spacious grounds, dotted with trees and surrounded by a high, woven wire fence. Jorgeson stood for a moment, peering through the wire meshes of the gate, trying to gather courage to enter. He was painfully conscious of his unshaven, unkempt appearance. For a moment, he was tempted to turn away and give up the quest. Then he saw a white-haired, bespectacled man of about his own size and build emerge from a side door and walk out into the yard. He made a queer, clucking noise, and a squirrel came scampering down the nearest tree, then ran toward him and halted with bushy tail arched. The man produced an acorn from a bulging coat pocket, and handed it to the squirrel, which sat there on its haunches, nibbling and jerking its tail. It was soon followed by another and another, until no less than a dozen squirrels surrounded the old man. This sight decided Jorgeson. Undoubtedly, this was Professor Hartwell. A man who was kind to animals would also be likely to be kind to a fellow human being in distress. The Fly opened the gate and entered. The squirrels scampered away at his approach. The old man rose to his feet, rattling the acorns in his pocket as he appraised the Fly with keen gray eyes that looked out through his gold-rimmed glasses from beneath bushy white brows. "Well, what can I do for you?" he asked crisply. "I've come in answer to your ad in today's paper," Jorgeson replied. "You are an experienced mountain climber?" the old man asked. "I can climb anything that's climbable," Jorgeson responded.
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(Smaller than a microbe, the Stranger was—but how he grew!...)
Smaller than a microbe, the Stranger was—but how he grew! Ralph Blake's surprise kidnapping flung him into fierce adventure in the torrid Sahara. Then a strange creature from Mercury stepped in—and even Ralph's death couldn't prevent him from unraveling the network of intrigue!
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(This astonishing science-fiction classic begins like a pr...)
This astonishing science-fiction classic begins like a prophecy of today's space achievements--a missile is fired from Earth to hit the surface of the Moon. It is successful and the misslemen are heroes, until...the Moon fires back!
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Otis Adelbert Kline was born on July 1, 1891, in Chicago, Illinois, United States.
Kline began his literary career in the early 1920s by contributing stories and serializing novels to pulp magazines such as Amazing Stories and Weird Tales. He served as editor of Weird Tales in 1924.
Kline’s fiction, relying heavily on science fiction conventions such as rays and rocketry, showed the influence of other genre masters, notably Edgar Rice Burroughs, whose works include the Tarzan tales and both the John Carter and Carson Napier adventures, which are set, respectively, on Mars and Venus. Kline also set some of his fiction on Mars and Venus. The latter location, which serves as the setting of The Planet of Peril, The Prince of Peril, and The Port of Peril, probably inspired Kline’s most popular tales. These adventures on Venus detail the exploits of resourceful inter-planetary adventurer Robert Grandon.
Among Kline’s other publications are Call of the Savage, a 1937 tale that was reprinted in 1966 as Jan of the Jungle. This novel, which is derived somewhat from Rudyard Kipling’s classic Jungle Books, was followed by the sequel Jan in India. Kline also produced various Oriental tales featuring a protagonist known as Dragoman. These tales were collected in the 1946 publication The Man Who Limped, and Other Stories. Kline also wrote an occult novel, The Bride of Osiris, which was included in the posthumously published volume Stories.
In addition to producing pulp fiction, Kline wrote songs and screenplays and worked as a literary agent.
(A simple help wanted ad, leads a expert climber to the el...)
(Jerry Morgan's amazing trip to the distant past of mars! ...)
(Planet of Peril is a science-fiction adventure on a world...)
(While seeking out undiscovered species in the South Ameri...)
(This astonishing science-fiction classic begins like a pr...)
(Smaller than a microbe, the Stranger was—but how he grew!...)
(In Swordsman of Mars, Harry Thorne, outcast scion of a we...)