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The Deathworld Omnibus: Deathworld, Deathworld Two, and Deathworld Three
Paperback / softback
Main Details
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The Deathworld Omnibus: Deathworld, Deathworld Two, and Deathworld Three
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Authors and Contributors |
By (author) Harry Harrison
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Series | Golden Age Masterworks |
Physical Properties |
Format:Paperback / softback | Pages:576 | Dimensions(mm): Height 198,Width 130 |
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Category/Genre | Science fiction |
ISBN/Barcode |
9781473228375
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Classifications | Dewey:813.54 |
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Publishing Details |
Publisher |
Orion Publishing Co
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Imprint |
Gateway
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Publication Date |
14 November 2019 |
Publication Country |
United Kingdom
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Description
The planet was called Pyrrus, a strange place where all the beasts, plants and natural elements were designed for one specific purpose: to destroy man. The settlers there were supermen, twice as strong as ordinary men and with milli-second reflexes. They had to be. For their business was murder. It was up to Jason dinAlt, interplanetary gambler, to discover why Pyrrus had become so hostile during man's brief habitation. This omnibus contains all three novels in the Deathworld trilogy!
Author Biography
Harry Harrison (1925-2012) Harry Harrison was born Henry Maxwell Dempsey in Connecticut, in 1925. He was the author of a number of much-loved series including the Stainless Steel Rat and Bill the Galactic Hero sequences and the Deathworld Trilogy. He was known as a passionate advocate of Esperanto, the most popular of the constructed international languages, which appears in many of his novels. He published novels for over half a century and was perhaps best known for his seminal novel of overpopulation, Make Room! Make Room!, which was adapted into the cult film Soylent Green.
ReviewsFast-moving and very funny - Evening Standard Truly breathtaking - Times Literary Supplement Endlessly inventive and studded end to end with laugh-out-loud hilarity. What Terry Pratchett has done for fantasy, Harry Harrison did resoundingly for SF. His Stainless Steel Rat storms the barricades of po-faced Golden Age SF with laughing gas grenades and rams an explosive charge right up its complacent rock-ribbed arse.
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