1953G. R. DicksonBleak and Barren Land in Space Stories Feb. 89/1
Letting five hundred Earth-born humans into Modor to settle on the barren land was a fool’s trick, and a flat outrage of a sort of unwritten agreement that had existed for over two hundred years between Modorians and humans, ever since the first ship had landed, in fact.
1983P. Anderson & G. R. DicksonNapoleon Crime in Analog Science Fiction/Science Fact Mar. 49/2
A creature the size of his thumb fluttered clumsily, ever closer to him. Multiple legs brushed his skin again. ‘Damn,’ he mumbled, and once more made futile swatting motions. The insectoid was as persistent as a terrestrial fly.
1970G. R. DicksonHour of Horde iii. 36
The figures of the two men disappeared and were replaced by what looked like a glowing spiral of dust floating against a black background—‘will shortly be facing attack by a roving intergalactic race which periodically preys upon those island universes like our galaxy which dot that intergalactic space’.
1984G. R. DicksonFinal Encyclopedia xxiv. 235
Hal touched him gently on the shoulder and went to look at the other two casualties, a woman who had taken a weapon burn in her right shoulder, superficial but painful, and a man who had been needled in the chest. Both these other two were unconscious, under sedation.
1977G. R. Dickson in R. Fuller Futurelove Introd. p. ix
Science fiction itself owes a particular debt of gratitude to the nineteenth-century storytellers—not only to recognized earlier writers of the genre, such as H. G. Wells and Jules Verne, but to many of the other people then writing in Western literature, who wrote either proto-science fiction or fantasy verging on science fiction, simply as variations of the short-story forms in which they were accustomed to expressing themselves.
1965G. R. DicksonWarrior in Analog Science Fiction–Science Fact Dec. 71/2
He had been pulling the trigger of his slugthrower all this time, but now the firing pin clicked at last upon an empty firing chamber.
1965G. R. DicksonOunce of Emotion in Worlds of If Oct. 107/1
His throat ached and was dry as some seared and cindered landscape of Earth might one day be after the lashing of a Chedal spaced-based weapon.
1972G. R. DicksonPritcher Mass viii. 93
They got up, left the dining area, and took the elevator to the top level. Ten minutes later they were out on the deck in their airsuits, walking clumsily side by side toward a cage at the foot of one of the masts. ‘Keep your suit phone open on my circuit,’ her voice said in his earphones. ‘That way I’ll be able to hear anything you say. Usually, if people begin to hallucinate here on the Mass, they talk or make some kind of sounds that gives it away.’
1957G. R. DicksonCloak & Stagger in Future Science Fiction Fall 29/2
Hey…is this the gimmick that does the transporting?… It makes sense… This is the transporter, or whatever it was. And it’s been damaged.
1959G. R. DicksonThe Catch in Astounding Science Fiction Apr. 73/1
The trip through the transporter was, so far as Mike and Penny had any way of telling, instantaneous and painless. They stepped through a door-shaped opaqueness and found themselves in a city.