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Abraham Merritt (January 20, 1884-August 21, 1943), whopublished under the by line A. Merritt, was an American editor andauthor of works of fantastic fiction.

Abraham Grace Merritt - known by his byline, A. Merritt - was an American Sunday magazine editor and a writer of fantastic fiction. The Science Fiction and Fantasy Hall of Fame inducted him in 1999, its fourth class of two deceased and two living writers.

Yoshifuji is a man fascinated by foxes, a man discontented and troubled by the meaning of life. A misstep at court forces him to retire to his long-deserted country estate, to rethink his plans and contemplate the next move that might return him to favor and guarantee his family's... Read Full Overview

Abraham Grace Merritt - known by his byline, A. Merritt - was an American Sunday magazine editor and a writer of fantastic fiction. The Science Fiction and Fantasy Hall of Fame inducted him in 1999, its fourth class of two deceased and two living writers.THE ANCIENT STEPS wound... Read Full Overview

Abraham Grace Merritt - known by his byline, A. Merritt - was an American Sunday magazine editor and a writer of fantastic fiction. The Science Fiction and Fantasy Hall of Fame inducted him in 1999, its fourth class of two deceased and two living writers.THE ANCIENT STEPS wound... Read Full Overview

THE ANCIENT STEPS wound up the side of the mountain through the tall pines, patience trodden deep into them by the feet of twenty centuries. Some soul of silence, ancient and patient as the steps, brooded over them. They were wide, twenty men could have marched abreast upon them;... Read Full Overview

THE ANCIENT STEPS wound up the side of the mountain through the tall pines, patience trodden deep into them by the feet of twenty centuries. Some soul of silence, ancient and patient as the steps, brooded over them. They were wide, twenty men could have marched abreast upon them;... Read Full Overview

The Fox WomanThe People of the PitThrough the Dragon GlassThe DroneThe Last Poet and the RobotsThree Lines of Old FrenchThe White RoadWhen Old Gods WakeThe Women of the Wood

A woman came round one of the bastions. She walked stubbornly, head down, as one who fights against a strong wind-or as one whose will rides, lashing the reluctant body on. One white shoulder and breast were bare, and on the shoulder was a bruise and blood, four scarlet streaks... Read Full Overview

A woman came round one of the bastions. She walked stubbornly, head down, as one who fights against a strong wind-or as one whose will rides, lashing the reluctant body on. One white shoulder and breast were bare, and on the shoulder was a bruise and blood, four scarlet streaks... Read Full Overview

A woman came round one of the bastions. She walked stubbornly, head down, as one who fights against a strong wind-or as one whose will rides, lashing the reluctant body on. One white shoulder and breast were bare, and on the shoulder was a bruise and blood, four scarlet streaks... Read Full Overview