Breath of Danger

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BREATH OF DANGER
When danger breathes down your neck it is not always welcome. But to share, through the story-teller's art, the feelings of others in peril is among the keenest of pleasures. In every tale of danger there is conflict to be resolved, a battle to be fought, hazards to be overcome. Will it end in triumph or disaster?
Here we have no fewer than fifty breath-of-danger stories by forty-seven authors of distinc-tion, equal in reading matter to about four novels and profusely illustrated.
It is no ordinary collection that can contain within its covers the slick Slesar and the dignified Galsworthy, wild-west Jack Schaefer and Ed-wardian Maurice Baring, the lively lawyers of J. MacLaren-Ross and the flashing razors of Alston Anderson, the good breeding of Louis Auchincloss and the mischief of T. H. White. We meet murderer and would-be murderer, tiger and troli, shark and sadist, war on battlefield and war in wedlock. Wherever the enemy is—whether in the future as in Ray... Tovább

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BREATH OF DANGER
When danger breathes down your neck it is not always welcome. But to share, through the story-teller's art, the feelings of others in peril is among the keenest of pleasures. In every tale of danger there is conflict to be resolved, a battle to be fought, hazards to be overcome. Will it end in triumph or disaster?
Here we have no fewer than fifty breath-of-danger stories by forty-seven authors of distinc-tion, equal in reading matter to about four novels and profusely illustrated.
It is no ordinary collection that can contain within its covers the slick Slesar and the dignified Galsworthy, wild-west Jack Schaefer and Ed-wardian Maurice Baring, the lively lawyers of J. MacLaren-Ross and the flashing razors of Alston Anderson, the good breeding of Louis Auchincloss and the mischief of T. H. White. We meet murderer and would-be murderer, tiger and troli, shark and sadist, war on battlefield and war in wedlock. Wherever the enemy is—whether in the future as in Ray Bradbury, or in the past as in John Collier, in the soul as in Dunsany, on the highway as in Ziller and Nemerov, under the sea as in Doris Lessing, on the operating table as in Irwin Shaw, in Russian roulette as in Evan Hunter—there danger lurks, and with it the reader's thrill.
The rangé is immehse. We have straight adven-ture yarns by James Aldridge, Carl Stephenson and H. G. Wells; háir-raising menace from Elleston Trevor and Jack Finney; more sophis-ticated perils in Nigel Balchin and Geoffrey Household; subtle marital dangers from the pen of William Sansom; internál drama by Mau-passant and Maugham. Sombre humour to heighten the macabre is provided by Roald Dahl, grim, unrelieved horror by C. S. Forester.
And that is scarcely the half of it. Now turn to the back of the jacket for a full list of the authors' names. Vissza