Cormac FitzGeoffrey is an Irish knight wandering the Near East after the Crusades. He arrives at a desert castle with a bad reputation as a thieves' stronghold, and meets a veritable United Nations of scoundrels.
Although evil monsters are hinted at, they never arrive, and the story is a gore-fest of ruthless characters all chasing a fabled ruby.
More "realistic" than Howard's Conan, King Kull, and Soloman Kane stories, because there is no magic involved.
A fearful interplanetary scout during an interstellar war with the Kradens is approached by a couple of slimy businessmen with a scheme to fake an enemy engagement and win him the Medal of Honor. He would then be above the law and able to accomplish certain projects that were not exactly legal.
The pilot and the slimeballs are all good characters, and the plot is quite believable.
A young inventor discovers how to move gravitons from place to place, and being able to make things heavier or lighter, goes into business hauling weightless cargo in a fuelless truck. But there are ramifications.
Good plot of an invention going wildly out of control. The characters were a little sketchy, but the ideas held the story together.
A kid whose father works on a secret project manages to figure out it's a moon rocket. He's found a way into the restricted area and plans to stowaway on the moon flight.
The kid is best described as spunky '50s Disney. His dad is dull and his mom reads fashion magazines and makes dinner. The ending gave me a bit of a start.