Deathworld Omnibus

#1 2 3 Deathworld (Golden Age Masterworks)

Harry Harrison

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Gateway Publishers
12 November 2019

Science fiction; Aliens; Space Exploration

Series: Golden Age Masterworks

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!

By: Harry Harrison
Imprint: Gateway Publishers
Country of Publication: United Kingdom
Dimensions: Height: 198mm, Width: 130mm, Spine: 42mm
Weight: 400g
ISBN: 9781473228375
ISBN 10: 1473228379
Series: Golden Age Masterworks
Pages: 576
Publication Date: 12 November 2019
Audience: General/trade , ELT Advanced
Format: Paperback
Publisher's Status: Active

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.

Reviews for Deathworld Omnibus (#1 2 3 Deathworld) (Golden Age Masterworks)

Fast-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.