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The last spaceship to leave Mars headed for Earth is stopped and searched by Martian soldiers, who are looking for three saboteurs who destroyed a Martian city. "Attention, Inner-Flight ship! Attention! You are ordered to land at the Control Station on Deimos for inspection. Attention! You are to land at once!" The metallic rasp of the speaker echoed through the corridors of the great ship. The passengers glanced at each other uneasily, murmuring and peering out the port windows at the small speck below, the dot of rock that was the Martian checkpoint, Deimos. Stark terror ruled the Inner-Flight ship on that last Mars-Terra run. For the black-clad Leiters were on the prowl ... and the grim red planet was not far behind.

No weapon has ever been frightful enough to put a stop to war -- perhaps because we never before had any that thought for themselves! "They pasted Moscow again last night." Taylor nodded his head in approval. "Gave it a real pounding. One of those R-H bombs. It's about time." He sighed, drawing in the full comfort of the kitchen, the presence of his plump, attractive wife, the breakfast dishes and coffee. This was relaxation. And the war news was good, good and satisfying. He could feel a justifiable glow at the news, a sense of pride and personal accomplishment. After all, he was an integral part of the war program, not just another factory worker lugging a cart of scrap, but a technician, one of those who designed and planned the nerve-trunk of the war.

THE SECOND DEATHWORLD NOVELDeathworld is the name of a series of science fiction novels by Harry Harrison including the books Deathworld, Deathworld 2 (initially titled The Ethical Engineer) and Deathworld 3 plus the short story "The Mothballed Spaceship (written as part of a tribute to John W. Campbell).

My boss leaned back, wiped his hands on his handkerchief and gave me Lecture Forty-four on Company Duty and My Troubles."This department is officially called Maintenance and Repair, when it really should be called trouble-shooting. Hyperspace beacons are made to last forever -- or damn close to it. When one of them breaks down, it is never an accident and repairing the thing is never a matter of just plugging in a new part."He was telling me -- the guy who did the job while he sat back on his fat paycheck in an air-conditioned office.

No weapon has ever been frightful enough to put a stop to war -- perhaps because we never before had any that thought for themselves! "They pasted Moscow again last night." Taylor nodded his head in approval. "Gave it a real pounding. One of those R-H bombs. It's about time." He sighed, drawing in the full comfort of the kitchen, the presence of his plump, attractive wife, the breakfast dishes and coffee. This was relaxation. And the war news was good, good and satisfying. He could feel a justifiable glow at the news, a sense of pride and personal accomplishment. After all, he was an integral part of the war program, not just another factory worker lugging a cart of scrap, but a technician, one of those who designed and planned the nerve-trunk of the war.

They went aboard the alien ship that had showed up at their hostel on the moon. Harriet and two other women, and six men counting the guide and Weaver. The ship was a red-lit cavern. The "crewman" turned out to be a hairy horror, a three-foot headless lump shaped like an eggplant, supported by four splayed legs and with an indefinite number of tentacles wriggling below the stalked eyes."They're more like us than you'd think," said the guide. "They're mammals, they have a nervous organization very like ours, they're susceptible to some of our diseases -- which is very rare -- and they even share some of our minor vices." He opened his kit and offered the thing a plug of chewing tobacco, which was refused with much tentacle-waving, and a cigar, which was accepted. The creature stuck the cigar into the pointed tip of its body, just above the six beady black eyes, lit it with some sort of flameless lighter, and puffed clouds of smoke like a volcano.

Something had gone wrong when they'd loaded the ship, and the rations hadn't quite lasted long enough to make the outbound end of the uranium prospecting trip. Then they found an abandoned world, and landed the ship on an old warehouse facility . . . and tried to found somehting to eat.Not an easy thing to do, going through an alien warehouse when they could barely read the manuals, and had not much cluse as to the nature of the local biology.They would have eaten a horse, if there'd been one. But there wasn't. And that was probably for the best -- it might have eaten them first!

The story is set in the distant future, where humanity is at war with "Yuks", an alien life form which does not use mechanical spaceships nor constructions. Instead, it relies on life forms. The war has been going on for a long time, and humanity has not been able to come up with a solution against the life-form based ships and mines that the Yuks use. One day, a team of researchers led by Philip Kramer decide to build a spaceship which is powered by a human brain. They find the ideal candidate, Kramer's old professor, a dying man who volunteers to donate his brain to the project. A human brain-controlled spacecraft would mean mechanical perfection. This was accomplished, and something unforeseen: a strange entity called . . . Mr. Spaceship!

THE WEIRD WORLD BEYONDBrett had to get out of Casperton. It was a small town, Casperton, and although Brett loved his Aunt Haicey and would miss the lovely Pretty-Lee, his girl-friend, he wanted to see the wide, wide world beyond. The ocean! The mountains! Big cities! Brett had only seen pictures of them before he got on the train that fateful day . . . But then the train had stopped. Brett discovered there was no engine and the tracks ahead. . . . stopped! He walked onward and found a city. . . . but it was a city was full of "golems." A true human being Brett met, Dhuva -- was taken underground by the fearsome secret masters of the city -- the Gel. Brett had to save Dhuva and unlock the secret of this city . . . and of "reality" itself.

DESPERATE MISSION TO THE STARSEarth is doomed.A scourge called the Red Tide is devouring the planet.The only hope of the dying population is to find a lost colony in the stars.However the starship Galahad sent to find that colony has a problem.Mutiny!Commander Greylorn must bravely deal with a discouraged crew . . .And then even a bigger problem.Dreadful aliens called the Mancji living in a high-G environment who seem to have developed a taste for human flesh.