Other editions of book The Night of the Long Knives: With The Creature From The Cleveland Depths

"Since I've gone this far, I'll go a bit further and make the paradoxical admission that even us Deathlanders don't really understand our urge to murder. Oh, we have our rationalizations of it, just like everyone has of his ruling passion--we call ourselves junkmen, scavengers, gangrene surgeons; we sometimes believe we're doing the person we kill the ultimate kindness, yes and get slobbery tearful about it afterwards; we sometimes tell ourselves we've finally found and are rubbing out the one man or woman who was responsible for everything; we talk, mostly to ourselves, about the aesthetics of homicide; we occasionally admit, but only each to himself alone, that we're just plain nuts."Two hardened loners, survivors of a violent cataclysm that has wiped out America as we know it, meet in a desolate wasteland. One random, brutal act of violence throws them into an unexpected encounter with the remnants of advanced civilization, a wandering murderous philosopher and with the ghosts of their own pasts, as this post apocalyptic western veers into an exploration of the human impulses for violence and redemption. This science fiction classic feels timeless, as important and thought-provoking today as it was when it first appeared in print over 50 years ago. A Vertvolta Press Rediscovery Edition

"The Night of the Long Knives" is an uncompromisingly bleak and rugged sci-fi novella by Fritz Leiber, published in 1960. America has been transformed into a nuclear hellhole called the "Deathlands", where the survivors must do just that - survive - by pillaging and killing... "I was one hundred miles from Nowhere - and I mean that literally - when I spotted this girl out of the corner of my eye. I'd been keeping an extra lookout because I still expected the other undead bugger left over from the murder party at Nowhere to be stalking me...." Will attraction and sex outweigh the "need" to kill?

"I was 100 miles from Nowhere - and I mean that literally - when I spotted this girl out of the corner of my eye. I'd been keeping an extra lookout because I still expected the other undead bugger left over from the murder party at Nowhere to be stalking me." In a Post-apocalyptic world, the few people left must be strong. And must not hesitate to kill. Of course, killing another Deathlander was one of the chief pleasures and urges of all the solitary wanders in this vast wasteland. Kill and kill again. But this other was a girl and that brought up the second great urge: sex. Which was it to be today? Perhaps both? And who would walk away afterward?