Callahan Books In Order

Callahan’s Crosstime Saloon

Callahan’s Place is the neighborhood tavern to all of time and space, where the regulars are anything but. Pull up a chair, grab a glass of your favorite, and listen to the stories spun by time travelers, cybernetic aliens, telepaths…
and a bunch of regular folks on a mission to save the world, one customer at a time.

Time Travellers Strictly Cash

Human or otherwise, regardless of race, creed or dimension of origin, if you’re looking for a good time in a place where the beer is always flowing, and the stories always out of this world, step up to the bar at Callahan’s. There’ll be tales Oh, are there tales! Like the one about a loud mouthed time traveler who capitalized on a rip in the space time continuum; or the one about Ralph the talking, gin drinking German Shepherd created by a demented genius shrink. But don’t believe us. Ask Ralph. He’ll tell you himself. Also don’t forget to watch out for the deadly toasts especially the Melba toast! And above all, remember…
Time Travelers Strictly Cash.

Callahan’s Secret

Callahan’s Place is open for business, and all of the ‘regulars’ are here a talking dog, an alcoholic vampire, and two telepaths enhancing their joys by drowning their sorrows. Everyone, that is, but Mickey Finn, a seven foot tall alien in danger of enslavement at the hands of a traveller from across the galaxy…
Come inside, pull up a chair, order a drink, make a toast, and let Spider Robinson introduce you to the most unique patrons to frequent any establishment, at a bar where the most important law is ‘shared pain is lessened; shared joy is increased.’ And if there’s time left at the end of the night, just maybe they’ll save the world…

Callahan’s Lady

A HOUSE OF ‘HEALTHY’ REPUTE…
Welcome to Lady Sally’s, the House that ‘is’ a home the internationally hell, interplanetarily notorious bordello. At Lady Sally’s House, the customer doesn’t necessarily come first: even the staff are genuinely enjoying themselves. Wife of time traveling bartender Mike Callahan, and employer of some of the most unusual and talented performing artists ever to work in the field of hedonic interface, Her Ladyship has designed her House to be an ‘equal opportunity enjoyer,’ discreetly, tastefully and joyfully catering to all erotic tastes and fantasies, however unusual. Like her famous husband, Lady Sally doesn’t even insist that her customers be ‘human.’.. as long as they have good manners. Small wonder, then, that she and her staff encounter beings as unique and memorable as the superhuman Colt, whose banner never, ever flags…
Diana, the deadly dominatrix who ‘cannot’ be disobeyed…
Tony Donuts, the moronic man monster even the Mafia doesn’t want to mess with…
or Charles, the werewolf with a distinct difference…

Lady Slings the Booze

Despite his employer’s doubts that he is an authentic detective, Quigley is called in to investigate Lady Sally’s establishment, a reputable place that caters to adults of all species and tastes. Lady Sally was the wife of the proprietor of Callahan’s Place, the bar where human and other beings from all space and time come to cajole, drink, and occasionally save the world. The clientele and staff at Lady Sally’s may have the same mission at hand, but now Quigley plays a significant part as the fate of the world hangs in the balance…
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The Callahan Touch

All the regulars from Callahan’s are at Mary’s Place Jake, Doc, and Fast Eddie along with new faces like ”Lucky Duck,” who has an astounding gift for defying the law, and a mysterious stranger with a deadly secret.

Callahan’s Legacy

It’s more than twenty years since Spider Robinson revealed the existence of Callahan s Crosstime Saloon, and the original bar is gone. Mike Callahan is gone, too, but his spirit lives on in the new bar, named Mary s Place for his daughter. On this particular day, nothing seems to be going right for Jake Stonebender, proprietor of Mary s Place. First a huge storm rips the roof off the bar and moments later, drops another, better roof on it. Then, Mary Callahan and her husband show up, unconscious, literally out of nowhere, and they bring bad news to the barfolk: a nasty three eyed, three toed, three everythinged purple monster is going to descend upon them within mere hours. Through laughter and tears, with puns powerful enough to melt Formica, the most famous bar in all spacetime is going to rock this night. But will the Earth survive?

Callahan’s Key

Nobody blends good science with bad puns as brilliantly as Spider Robinson, as his legion of devoted fans will attest. Now he’s back with the latest chapter of the Callahan saga an improbable tale of impending doom, a road trip, space, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll. The universe is in desperate peril. Due to a cluster of freakish phenomena, the United States’ own defense system has become a perfect doomsday machine, threatening the entire universe. And only one man can save everything as we know it from annihilation. Unfortunately, he’s not available. So the job falls instead to bar owner Jake Stonebender, his wife, Zoey, and superintelligent toddler, Erin. Not to mention two dozen busloads of ex hippies and freaks, Robert Heinlein’s wandering cat, a who*rehouse parrot, and misunderstood genius inventor Nikola Tesla, who is in fact alive and well…
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Callahan’s Con

The discreet little bar that Jake Stonebender established a few blocks below Duval Street was named simply The Place. There, Fast Eddie Costigan learned to curse back at parrots as he played the house piano; the Reverend Tom Hauptman learned to tend bar bare chested without blushing, Long Drink McGonnigle discovered the margarita and several se oritas, and all the other regulars settled into comfortable subtropical niches of their own. Nobody even noticed them save the universe.

Over time, the twice transplanted patrons of Callahan’s Place attracted a collection of local zanies so quintessentially Key West pixilated that they made the New York originals seem, well, almost normal. The elfin little Key deer, for instance with a stevedore s mouth; or the merman with eczema; or Robert Heinlein s teleporting cat.

For ten slow, merry years, life was good. The sun shone, the coffee dripped, the breeze blew just strongly enough to dissipate the smell of the puns, and little supergenius Erin grew to the verge of adolescence. Then disaster struck.

Through the gate one sunny day came a malevolent, moronic, mastodon of a Mafioso named Tony Donuts Jr., or Little Nuts don t ask. He d decided to resurrect the classic protection racket in Key West and guess which tavern he picked to hit first? Then, thanks to very poor accessorizing she chose the wrong belt and no, we re not going to explain that one, Jake s wife, Zoey, suddenly found herself in a place with no light, no heat, and no air. And no way home. The urgent question was where precisely where but that turned out to be a problem so complex that even the entire gang, equipped with teleportation, time travel, and telepathic syntony you can look it up might not be able to crack it in time.

And while all this was going on, Death himself walked into The Place. But this time he would not leave alone…
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