Total Pulp Experience. These exciting pulp adventures have been beautifully reformatted for easy reading as an eBook and features every story, every editorial, and every column of the original pulp magazine.
Ki-Gor, son of the jungle! Orphaned son of missionary Robert Kilgour, raised in the jungle, he grew to a six foot bronzed-skin giant who ruled the jungles. Joined by Helen Vaughn, his fiance and later wife, Timbo George, the Masai chief, and N'Geeso, the chief of a Pygmy tribe, this band of adventurers roam the wilds of Africa in a series of pulp magazine stories that began in 1939 and ended with the last published story in 1954. Now, Ki-Gor is back, reissued for today’s readers in electronic format.
Table of Contents:
A Big New Ki-Gor Novel
Where Man-Beasts Prowl
by John Peter Drummed
Sebastiano, King of Portugal, was four-hundred years dead. Yet now he walked the Congo — a mighty-sinewed blond giant, ruling whites and blacks alike with terror fists. And for flame-haired Helene, who dared to call him Ki-Gor, the sentence of his Majesty’s madness was — death by torture!
Four Novelets Of Dark Jungle Terror
The Ruby Death
by Alexander Wallace
The two veldt-hardened traders stuck grimly to that deadly trek. Ahead lay a fortune in rubies, theirs for the taking — if they could live long enough to claim it.
Red Moon Of Monkoto
by Dan Cushman
It was a strange story Ryan told — that story of six jungle-crazed outcasts, an egg-size diamond, and the weird drums that only one man could hear.
Headsmen Of Skull River
by Frank W. Gravlin
The Huambiza tundullis pulsed ominously through the green jungle. Randall’s guide shivered. “They killing,” he whispered. “They taking heads.” A dramatic story of the Ecuadorian bush.
Blood For The Black Ouanga
by Bryce Walton
When he saw the monstrous shadow moving down from the hills of Kalihar, Kenrick knew mere human strength couldn’t save his wife. For that shadow was the dread god, Kraa E’leoo — coming for his bride.
Dark Land — An African Short Story
by Allen Roy Evans
African justice moves slowly — as slowly as the Spotted One coiling in the warm Limpopo mud. But in the end, the jungle always avenges its own.
