The Men in the Walls

The sheer population pressure of so vast a horde had long ago filled over a dozen burrows. Bands of the Male Society occupied the outermost four of these interconnected corridor...

There was a rattling moment, the barest second, when the chief's eyes locked with those of the band leader. With all that was on Eric's mind at the moment, he noticed it. Then t...

Now they were at it. Eric glanced at his uncle for support. Thomas the Trap-Smasher was staring off in a different direction. Eric licked his lips. Well, maybe it wouldn't be to...

He was on the other side. He was in Monster territory. He was surrounded by the strange Monster light, the incredible Monster world. The burrows, Mankind, everything familiar, l...

But even as he fled madly, almost weeping at the effort he was making, a few sane thoughts--the result of long, tiresome drills as an initiate--organized themselves in his screa...

The Trap-Smasher was barely conscious. He had been severely handled, and he looked almost as bad as his wives. There was a thick crust of dried blood on his hair. The haft of a...

"Uncle Thomas, listen! I have an idea. Those Strangers--Walter, Arthur the Organizer--they gave me a Monster souvenir. I don't know what it does, but I can't get at it. I'll tur...

Eric walked a few steps and put his hands on the door to Monster territory. To shift it out of its socket was a hard job for one man. He strained and tore his fingers; finally h...