The Star Wasps / Warlord of Kor

THE STAR WASPS by Robert Moore Williams
The Super Corporation Building loomed over one hundred and forty stories high, dominating the city of Denver. It was a towering monument, built by slaves who once called themselves men, to the fanatical greed of one man, Erasmus Glock. Johnny Derek set out to smash this well-guarded empire with a small band of brave men and one simple weapon — a little glass sphere. But in setting free the primitive instinct of men for freedom, he loosed a holocaust of alien horrors. For Glock’s retaliation lay in the twinkling blue lights from the sky. And their invisible dance could well be the dance of death for all mankind.

WARLORD OF KOR by Terry Carr
Horng sat opposite the tiny, fragile creature who held a microphone, its wires attached to an interpreting machine. He blinked his huge eyes slowly, his stiff mouth fumblingly forming words of a language his race had not used for thirty thousand years. ‘Kor was . . . is . . . God . . . Knowledge.’ He had tried to convey this to the small creatures who had invaded his world, but they did not heed. Their ill-equipped brains were trying futilely to comprehend the ancient race memory of his people.
Now they would attempt further to discover the forbidden directives of Kor. Horng remembered, somewhere far back in the fossil layers of his thoughts, a warning. They must be stopped! If he had to, he would stamp out these creatures who were called “humans.