Fakes. Johan's newly purchased antique Barcelona chairs came fresh from an asteroid factory, not from the prior century on distant Earth. Facing his wife's anger, risking their friends' scorn, could he use an interplanetary crisis to turn the tables—and chairs?

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Another day at the office for Ursula. Until bad boy Ranger, her first boyfriend, called. He hadn’t talked to her in years.

Because he was dead.

He told an unbelievable story. About making things right. And a buried fortune at a place they both knew well.

A hoax. Obviously. Though who else ever called her bodacious?

Was that why she checked satellite images of the place, and shopped for a shovel and a metal detector?

And if she dug up a buried fortune, what then?

When a young scientist turns her new invention, the chronoscope, to 1st century Palestine, she finds the result she least expected--Jesus of Nazareth's empty tomb.

In its off-line data vault in Vienna, the biotech company Katalysis hid a gene therapy technology that could cure diseases and remake people into strange new forms. Could two young American hackers, and a jaded European agent, work together to penetrate the company's vault and release that new tech...

Francisca's small settlement of Mexican refugees needed help defending itself from pirates roving the asteroid belt. But would her need outweigh her grief when the only help was offered by a European renegade whose combat robot had destroyed Mexico and killed her son?

No lakes, no forests, no pygmy triceratops and stegosaurs roaming the countryside. No, honest, niña, I wouldn’t lie to you. Back at the turn of the century, Big Bend was the dustiest corner of Texas. How did it change? Well...

Characters from American, Mexican, and Native folklore meet in this whimsical short story.

His position as a secret agent for the Ramuhlruus, Earth's alien overlords, gave him the perfect cover to conspire against them. But could he meet his contact before the Ramuhlruus uncovered his secret agenda?

Captain Khavanov's orders: occupy an old fortress on the road to Sibiu, to secure the Red Army's supply line. In the fortress lived a frail old man. What about him drew the interest of a commissar from division headquarters? And why did Khavanov's men disappear one by one?

A billion Third Worlders wanted to work in the United States. As a lucky holder of a daypass, Chalo had the opportunity to teleport to his job, unless he overstayed his shift. Or lost his daypass.

Everyone remembers President Fletcher's assassination. Most remember his murderer, one of millions of underemployed young men in a world run by the unaging, took First Lady Miranda Fletcher's college course on violent regime change...