"Do you like gladiator movies?" 
Micro Leyendas (mini legends) are a Mexican form of fumetto, small graphic novels normally pitting the everyday hero against the weird, the occult and the unfathomable. 
The opening sentence has an almost mythical status in writing. Authors agonise for months, even years, about crafting the right one. Often it’s the last thing to be written. 
Paris in the Twentieth Century, written in 1863, was the second novel penned by Jules Verne. However his publisher Pierre-Jules Hetzel rejected it as too gloomy. The manuscript was only discovered in 1994 when Verne’s grandson hired a locksmith to break into an old family safe. 
The Legend Of Crownpoint, by Monica Heath. Signet Books, 1974.
Der Orchideengarten: Phantastische Blätter (The orchid garden: fantastic pages) is probably the first ever fantasy magazine. Published in Munich by Dreiländerverlag, a trial issue appeared in 1918 before the first full 24 page edition was published in January 1919. 
At no 10: cats! Pretty evil, but can be easily defeated with a laser pointer. 
First things first, hacking has come on leaps and bounds in the last few years. Backing up your sensitive data on C60 cassette and labelling it "Flock of Seagulls Megamix' is no longer enough to keep your information safe! 
At No 10: The Unlamented, by Dorothy Daniels. Pocket Books, 1975. That's a great goth coat! 
Emanuele Taglietti was born in Ferrara in 1943. His father worked as a set designer for director Michaelangelo Antonioni, often taking Emanuele with him on set. 
"Sucked to death in a seething cauldron of mud!"
Vice Rackets Of Soho, by Roland Vane. Archer Books, 1951. Cover by Reginald Heade. 
Terror On Duncan Island, by Caroline Farr. Signet Gothic, 1971. Cover by Allan Kass.
The first chemical masks were work by Venitian plague doctors: a bird-like affair, the beak stuffed with lavender, matched with full length coat and hat. It was a terrifying sight - the grim reaper come to apply poultices to your tumours. 
You see we've grown so used to Swedish-style modernism that we've sort of forgotten that maximalism, rather than minimalism, was once the sign of a cultured abode. 
Now I know what you're thinking: 1975? Surely that was wall to wall Bookman Swash!
Most people's tweets (if they're really people) are a stream of consciousness, and Twitter itself is a daily flow of 500 million of these across the surface of your phone. You are currently looking at the collective unconscious of the planet in real time. 
On death:
Time travel is a staple of pulp science fiction and it often involves a paradox: changing history, killing your grandfather, creating a time loop etc. Solving the paradox, or realising too late that one is happening, is half the fun of these stories. 
Peggy Gaddis was a prolific pulp author under her own name and under many nom de plumes. At her peak she was writing a new novel every three weeks. 
Ancient Astronauts: an Official UFO Special. November 1977. 