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He possessed a weapon more powerful than a Black Hole.Kalifriki of the ThreadThis is the story of Kalifriki of the Thread, the Kife, and the toymaker's daughter-in the days of the shifter's flight from the Assassin's Garden, wherefrom it bore a treasure almost without price. But even a Kife can be followed by a Master of the Thread. For the Thread may wander anywhere and need not have an end; the Thread has more sides than a sword; the Thread is subtle in its turnings, perhaps infinite in the variations it may play in the labyrinths of doom, destiny, desire. No one, however, can regard every turning of fate from the Valley of Frozen Time. Attempts to do so tend to terminate in madness.Come Back to the Killing Ground, Alice, My LoveAll the death-traps in the galaxy, and she has to walk into mine. At first I didn't recognize her. And when I did I knew it still couldn't be right, her, there, with her blindfolded companion in the sandals and dark kimono. She was dead, the octad broken. There couldn't be another. Certain misgivings arose concerning this one. But I had no choice. Does one ever?

She Was a Specially Designed Death CarCollected together for the first time are "Devil Car" and "Last of the Wild Ones." Set in a near future where smart cars have rebelled against their human owners and gone rogue. They rove the countryside in herds raiding human settlements for gas and parts. While they roam no one is safe.Ten years ago the Devil Car, the leader of the Wild Cars, killed Merdock's brother in a raid on his Gas Fortress, and Murdock has been hunting that black Caddy ever since. He searched for it from the air and searched for it on foot. He used other cars. He used heat trackers, missiles, and land mines. But always it was too fast or too smart or too strong for him. Then he built Jenny, his Scarlet Lady. Jenny was made to look like a carefree Swinger sedan: bright red, gaudy, fast. But there were rockets under the bulges of her hood, and two fifty-caliber muzzles lurked just out of sight in the recesses beneath her headlamps; she wore a belt of five and ten-second timed grenades across her belly; and in her trunk was a spray-tank containing a highly volatile naphthalic.