“You’re back in the bushes, kid, with one of your spikes in a rookie’s grave and one still touching a big league rubber. You can go back either way — but one is called a...
When an author turns out several stories a month — and they’re all first-rate, which is unusual — you’d think, rightly, that he’d been in the game a long time. But that’s not the case with John D. MacDonald. Even though he falls into the...
The Howler was a nice boss, but he earned his nickname. He’d stand in the middle of his big restaurant kitchen, flapping his arms and screaming, while the help waited for him to burst. Noisy? You’d be noisy, too, if you knew what he knew!...
Some backs are born to glory — some achieve it — but sometimes, in the heart-testing minute before the final gun, only never-quit cleats will run the man...
After we had been married a year, I realized two things. One: There was no mystery left — she had become totally predictable. Two: I had passed up the opportunity to use my marriage to business...
The writer who has been called “the John O’Hara of the suspense story” spins a weird and frightening tale of modern voodoo in the Congo that’ll raise the hair on your...