G-8, master spy and brilliant air force pilot, leads Bull Martin and Nippy Weston into battle during World War One. Germany and America's enemies have aligned all forms of evil to combat our hero.
The world of fantasy and air warfare meet in this classic bloody pulp series. Young G-8 must lead the allies into battle against the likes of Vampires, Werewolves, Bats, Vikings, and other strange entities unlike anything else in the history of the pulps!
G-8 Stories in Electronic Format
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #1: The Bat Staffel
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #2: The Purple Aces
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #5: The Vampire Staffel
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #23: The Headless Staffel
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #32: Wings of Satan
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #40: Scourge of the Steel Mask
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #42: Fangs of the Sky Leopard
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #45: Flight From The Grave
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #49: The Hand of Steel
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #54: Patrol of the Phantom
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #60: Patrol of the Sky Vulture
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #64: Raiders of the Silent Death
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #65: The Sky Serpent Flies Again
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #68: Three Fly With Satan
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #76: Sky-Guns For The Murder Master
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #81: Red Wings for the Death Patrol
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #92: Fangs of the Winged Cobra
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #102: Patrol to the End of the World
- G-8 and His Battle Aces #106: Bombs From The Murder Wolves
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G-8 #23: The Headless Staffel by Robert J. Hogan
"There is something strange going on here in Germany. Watch for a new insignia on Fokkers. I will report more later. J-7" But half an hour later J-7 was dead. What had he suspected? Against what new danger had he tried to warn the Allies? There was just one way to find out -- ... read more
G-8 #24: Staffel of Beasts by Robert J. Hogan
From the September, 1935 issue of G-8 and His Battle Aces.
"I'm going blind . . . I can't see!" From all along the Yank front those reports came in—pitiful reports from troops sent up to stage a victory drive—troops that now fought on—grimly, hopelessly. And ... read more
G-8 #25: Claws of the Sky Monster by Robert J. Hogan
"To the driver of the Geier who kills G-8, I will personally give one hundred thousand marks." Deep in Germany Herr Doktor Krueger made this offer... And now G-8 was taking off into war skies. He hadn't yet seen the giant geiers -- didn't know that he was soon to pit his wings ... read more
G-8 #26: Staffel of Invisible Men by Robert J. Hogan
From the November, 1935 issue of G-8 and His Battle Aces.
"Have all Allied spies in Germany watch for menace of midgets connection aviation."
When G-8 read this cable from a fellow secret service agent in America he was puzzled. Why should this information ... read more
G-8 and His Battle Aces
The G-8 and His Battle Aces had a stellar run as a magazine. It began its historic run in October, 1933, the same month as the inaugural release of The Spider Magazine. These two pulps were the first of the Hero Pulp phase for Popular Publications. G-8 had an incredible run. The wild fantasy/war adventures of our favorite WWI Flying Spy lasted 110 issues. It almost lasted out the paper shortages caused by World War II which finally forced retirement with the June 1944 issue.
Equally as impressive is the fact that one author, Robert J. Hogan penned all the novels. The G-8 pulp was an inspiration to a generation of pilots and set many imaginations on fire with the weird fantasy, spy adventures.
G-8, Nippy and Bull
G-8 The Flying Spy
G-8 is both a master pilot and master spy. Often times, the mission calls for G-8 to go in disguise deep behind enemy lines and into the enemy headquarters to uncover the secret plans that threaten the allies. G-8 must face the likes of Herr Docktor Kruger and his companions who use the latest in science to help conjure up giant bats, vikings, wailing banshees, werewolves, and other monstrosities.
G-8 - The Legend
Facing death and this man could laugh. But he was different from others. He was G-8, the young American spy. Germans lowered their voices when they spoke of G-8. Lowered their voices and cursed under their breath. G-8 seemed infallible, hardly human in his super-skill. One great general of the Imperial army had said:
"We must capture and kill this verdammt young man, G-8, at all costs. I would give willingly ten thousand of my bravest for his head. He is too clever to live. He knows more about our business than we do ourselves."
The pilot of the other ship was larger, much larger than the pilot of Spad number 13. All G-8 could see of his face was the jaw. That seemed sufficient. The jaw was square and looked hard as a rock. His shoulders protruded from the cockpit and cramped the padding on the side. And the number of the ship that the great bull-necked, square-jawed, broad-shouldered pilot flew was 7. This two-fisted brute of a man. He had a ready grin too and a nonchalant wave. But the lucky number, 7, told the story. He had superstitions. He trusted in luck. Perhaps his apparent great strength had taken away a little of his brain power.
A small, trim, alert little Yank grinned down from his perch on the back of an overstuffed chair. He held his frosted glass in his left hand. The fingers of his right hand worked rapidly. And as they worked, a silver half dollar flopped and flopped and flopped over his knuckles to disappear through his palm and come up again for another turn. That was Nippy Weston, the little ace. Nippy Weston the magician. The wise terrier Yank who was older than he looked and had seen much. Life to Nippy was just one great, laughable illusion--like his tricks of magic.