1936F. B. LongCones in Astounding Stories Feb. 124/1
Intrepid Earthfolk, suicide battalion people, walking slowly in their flexible suits of difrolchrome, weighted down with high-frequency coils and oxygen tanks and thigh-weights, and living, from instant to instant, dangerously.
1944F. B. LongBridgehead in Astounding Science Fiction Aug. 124/1
The compact little energy weapon in the Interrogator’s clasp tore a gaping hole in the giant’s chest, spun him about, broke his back, and almost cut him in two.
1939F. B. LongDweller in Outer Darkness in Thrilling Wonder Stories Aug. 68/2
The blast tubes in his hands were trained on me, but I knew I'd be safe enough and that Helen Torrey and Miles would remain unscathed. The refracting belts had built up an invisible force-screen about them.
1943F. B. LongStellar Vampires in Science Fiction July 80/1
But there was nothing normal about a gravity plate that had resisted the tug of Mars only to buckle on little Phobos, crippling our ship on a blue moon that traveled in the wrong direction, and possessed a diameter of only eight minutes of arc when it was at its zenith.
1944F. B. LongSpawn of Further Dark in Startling Stories Spring 106/2
‘Do not be alarmed,’ telepathized Sib Niguth. ‘You will awake together, and she will gravitate into your arms. You Third Planet bipeds are so emotional.’
1945F. B. LongHollow World in Startling Stories Summer xvi. 58/2
The ring was ruined, and could never be worn again. As for the mold—well, it was ruined too, but a microscopic plant capable of smashing a subatomic heat lamp at twelve feet was certainly no slouch in the power field.
A Titanian microvolt mold, Carstairs had called it. Its enemies were shambling perambulating plants, with anteater-like mouth parts—plants that looked like traveling cranes.