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Brian Aldiss
The Dark Light Years by Brian Aldiss
Starship by Brian Aldiss
The Saliva Tree by Brian Aldiss
Victor Appleton
Tom Swift and His Motor-cycle
Two lads in the tonneau of a touring car, that was whirling along a country road, leaned forward to speak to the one at the steering wheel. The latter was a red-haired youth, with somewhat squinty eyes, and not a very pleasant face, but his companions seemed to regard him with much favor. Perhaps it was because they were riding in his automobile.
Tom Swift And His Electric Locomotive
"An electric locomotive that can make two miles a minute over a properly ballasted roadbed might not be an impossibility," said Mr. Barton Swift ruminatively. "It is one of those things that are coming," and he flashed his son, Tom Swift, a knowing smile.
Tom Swift Among The Fire Fighters
Koku was a giant, literally, and he had attached himself to Tom when the latter had made one of many perilous trips. So eager
were Eradicate and Koku to serve the young inventor that
frequently there were more or less good-natured clashes between
them to see who would have the honor.
Tom Swift And His Undersea Search
"Tom, this is certainly wonderful reading! Over a hundred million dollars' worth of silver at the bottom of the ocean! More
than two hundred million dollars in gold! To say nothing of fifty
millions in copper, ten millions in--"
Tom Swift And His Air Scout
A young lady--an exceedingly pretty young lady, she could be called--stood with one small, gloved hand on the outstretched
wing of an aeroplane, and looked up at a young man, attired in a
leather, fur-lined suit, who sat in the cockpit of the machine
just above her.
Tom Swift And His War Tank
Ceasing his restless walk up and down the room, Tom Swift strode to the window and gazed across the field toward the
many buildings, where machines were turning out the products
evolved from the brains of his father and himself. There was
a worried look on the face of the young inventor, and he
seemed preoccupied, as though thinking of something far
removed from whatever it was his eyes gazed upon.
Tom Swift In The Land Of Wonders by Victor Appleton
Tom Swift, who had been slowly looking through the pages of a magazine, in the contents of which he seemed to be deeply interested, turned the final folio, ruffled the sheets back
again to look at a certain map and drawing, and then, slapping the book down on a table before him, with a noise not unlike that of a shot, exclaimed:
Tom Swift And His Big Tunnel
Tom Swift, seated in his laboratory engaged in trying to solve a puzzling question that had arisen over one of his
inventions, was startled by a loud knock on the door. So
emphatic, in fact, was the summons that the door trembled,
and Tom started to his feet in some alarm.
Tom Swift And His Aerial Warship
Ned Newton, the chum and companion of Tom Swift, gave vent to a whistle of surprise, as he gazed at the young fellow sitting
opposite him, near a bench covered with strange-looking tools and
machinery, while blueprints and drawings were scattered about.
Tom Swift And His Giant Cannon
"Now, see here, Mr. Swift, you may think it all a sort of dream, and imagine that I don't know what I'm talking about; but
I do! If you'll consent to finance this expedition to the extent
of, say, ten thousand dollars, I'll practically guarantee to give
you back five times that sum.
Tom Swift And His Wizard Camera
Koku, very proud of his, mission of keeping guard over the strange visitor, marched from the room with his big strides, his long arms and powerful hands swinging at his sides, for Koku, or August, as Tom had rechristened him, and as he often called him
(for it was in the month of August that he had located the
giants) was a very powerful man. A veritable giant, being
extremely tall, and big in proportion.
Tom Swift And His Air Glider by Victor Appleton
"Now look here, Ned!" burst out Tom. "That was last week that I said it wasn't reliable. It is now, for I've tried it out several times, and yet, when I ask you to take a trip
with me, to act as ballast--"
Tom Swift And His Sky Racer
"Our society, as I wrote you, Mr. Swift, is planning to hold a very large and important aviation meet at Eagle Park,
which is a suburb of Westville, New York State. We expect to
have all the prominent 'bird-men' there, to compete for
prizes, and your name was mentioned. I wrote to you, as you
doubtless recall, asking if you did not care to enter."
Tom Swift Among The Diamond Makers
"Well, Tom Swift, I don't believe you will make any mistake if you buy that diamond," said the jeweler to a young man who was inspecting a tray of pins, set with the sparkling stones. "It is
of the first water, and without a flaw."
Tom Swift And His Electric Runabout
"What prize is that?" inquired the aged inventor, gazing away from a drawing of a complicated machine, and pausing in his task of making some intricate calculations. "You don't mean to say,
Tom, that you're going to have a try for a government prize for a
submarine, after all."
Tom Swift And His Submarine Boat
There was a rushing, whizzing, throbbing noise in the air. A great body, like that of some immense bird, sailed along,
casting a grotesque shadow on the ground below. An elderly
man, who Was seated on the porch of a large house, started
to his feet in alarm.
Tom Swift and His Airship
Tom Swift, the young inventor, whose acquaintance some of you have previously made, gave one look at the gauge, and seeing that the pressure was steadily mounting, endeavored to reach, and open, a stop-cock, that he might relieve the strain.
Tom Swift and His Photo Telephone
"Yes, Dad, it has been done, in a way!" he said, earnestly. "No one has sent a picture over a telephone wire, as far as I know, but during the recent hydroplane tests at Monte Carlo, photographs taken of some of the events in the morning, and afternoon, were developed in the evening, and transmitted over five hundred miles of wire to Paris, and those same photographs were published in the Paris newspapers the next morning."
Tom Swift and His Great Searchlight
A man, immense in size, a veritable giant, one of two whom Tom Swift had brought away from captivity with him, was entering the front gate. He stopped to speak to Mr. Swift, Tom's father, who was setting out some plants in a flower bed, taking them from a large wheel barrow filled with the blooms.
Tom Swift in Captivity
The youth and the colored man grasped the rear supports of the long, tail-like part of the monoplane while Tom stepped to the front to twist the propeller blades.
Tom Swift and His Electric Rifle
“That’s just what I want. Elephant shooting in Africa! My! With my new electric rifle, and an airship, what couldn’t a fellow do over in the dark continent!
Tom Swift in the Caves of Ice
Why, you wouldn't be anywhere if you didn't go, of course," and Tom laughed. "But I'd like to take you for a little spin in this machine, Rad. I want you to get used to them.
Tom Swift and His Wireless Message
Well, he is an inventor of some note, but he has had many failures. I have not heard of him in some years until now. He is a gentleman of wealth, and can he relied upon to do just as he says.
Tom Swift And His Motor-Boat or The Rivals of Lake Carlopa
Shortly before this story opens the youth had become possessed of a motor-cycle in a peculiar fashion. As told in the first volume of this series, entitled "Tom Swift and His Motor-cycle," Tom was riding to the town of Mansburg on an errand for his father one day when he was nearly run down by a motorcyclist.
The Moving Picture Boys at Panama
Stirring Adventures Along the Great Canal
The Moving Picture Boys on the War Front
Or, The Hunt for the Stolen Army Films
Tom Swift and The Visitor from Planet X
Tom Swift a complete collection
Alfred Bester
The Flowered Thundermug by Alfred Bester
They left the Sociology Building, passed the teardrop swimming pool, the book-shaped library, the heart-shaped Heart
Clinic, and came to the faculty-shaped Faculty-Building.
They Don't Make Life Like They Used by Alfred Bester
The girl rummaged through old cars skewed on the avenue until she found a loose fender. She smashed the plate-glass shop door,
carefully stepped across the splinters, entered, and sorted through the
dusty dress racks.
The Demolished Man by Alfred Bester
He lay quietly in the hydropathic bed while his heart shuddered and his eyes focused at random on in the room, simulating a calm he could not feel. The walls of green jade, the nightlight in the porcelain mandarin whose head nodded interminably if you touched him
J.G. Ballard
High Rise by J.G. Ballard
Crash by J.G. Ballard
Running Wild by J.G. Ballard
The Atrocity Exhibition by J.G. Ballard
The Wind from Nowhere by J.G. Ballard
Ray Bradbury
Death is a Lonely Business by Ray Bradbury
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
Farewell Summer by Ray Bradbury
Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury
The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury
The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury
The October Country by Ray Bradbury
Fredric Brown
The Little Lamb by Fredric Brown
No, there wasn't anything to worry about. She was with friends somewhere and she was all right. My studio is almost a mile from town, up in the hills, and there wasn't any way she could let me know because there's no phone.
The Hat Trick by Fredric Brown
The thing squealed again as Walter lifted it a little higher out of the hat. It looked like a monstrous, hideous black rat. But it was bigger than a rat should be, too big even to have come out of the hat.
The Geezenstacks by Fredric Brown
"Funny thing happened today," he'd said. "I'm walking down Rodgers Place, past the Mariner Building--you know, Edith; it's where Doc Howard used to have his office--and something thudded on the sidewalk right behind me.
Don't Look Behind You by Fredric Brown
Just sit back and relax, now. Try to enjoy this; it's going be the last story you ever read, or nearly the last. After you finish it you can sit there and stall a while, you can find excuses to hang around your house
Arena by Fredric Brown
He was stark naked, and already his body was dripping perspiration from the enervating heat, coated blue with sand wherever sand had
touched it. Elsewhere his body was white.
E. Rice Burroughs
At the Earth's Core
Roughly, it is
a steel cylinder a hundred feet long, and jointed so that it may turn and twist through solid rock if need be. At one end is a mighty revolving drill operated by an
engine which Perry said generated more power to the cubic
inch than any other engine did to the cubic foot.
I remember that he used to claim that that invention
alone would make us fabulously wealthy
The Chessman of Mars
TARA of Helium rose from the pile of silks and soft furs upon which she had been reclining, stretched her lithe body languidly,
and crossed toward the center of the room, where, above a large
table, a bronze disc depended from the low ceiling. Her carriage
was that of health and physical perfection--the effortless
harmony of faultless coordination. A scarf of silken gossamer
crossing over one shoulder was wrapped about her body;
Gods of Mars
As I stood upon the bluff before my cottage on that clear
cold night in the early part of March, 1886, the noble Hudson
flowing like the grey and silent spectre of a dead river
below me, I felt again the strange, compelling influence of
the mighty god of war, my beloved Mars, which for ten long
and lonesome years I had implored with outstretched arms
to carry me back to my lost love.
The Land That Time Forgot
Had we bidden
farewell forever to the sunlight and life, or were there before
us dangers even greater than those which we now faced? I tried to
keep my mind from vain imagining by calling everything which I
observed to the eager ears below. I was the eyes of the whole
company, and I did my best not to fail them. We had advanced a
hundred yards, perhaps, when our first danger confronted us.
Just ahead was a sharp right-angle turn in the tunnel. I could
see the river's flotsam hurtling against the rocky wall upon the
left as it was driven on by the mighty current, . . .
The Lost Continent
You always have been curious, sir, about the great unknown
beyond thirty," he said. "You are in a good way to have
your curiosity satisfied." And then I could not mistake the
slight sneer that curved his upper lip. There must have
been a trace of disrespect in his tone or manner which
escaped me, for Alvarez turned upon him like a flash.
Out Of Time's Abyss
About them upon the ground, among the trees and in the air over them moved and swung and soared the countless forms of Caspak's
teeming life. Always were they menaced by some frightful thing
and seldom were their rifles cool, yet even in the brief time
they had dwelt upon Caprona they had become callous to danger,
so that they swung along laughing and chatting like soldiers on
a summer hike.
People That Time Forgot
Caprona has always been considered a more or less mythical land, though it is vouched for by an eminent navigator of the
eighteenth century; but Bowen's narrative made it seem very real,
however many miles of trackless ocean lay between us and it. Yes, the narrative had us guessing. We were agreed that it was most improbable; but neither of us could say that anything which
it contained was beyond the range of possibility.
The Princess of Mars
And then the moonlight flooded the cave, and there before me lay my own body as it had been lying all these hours,
with the eyes staring toward the open ledge and the hands
resting limply upon the ground. I looked first at my lifeless
clay there upon the floor of the cave and then down at myself
in utter bewilderment; for there I lay clothed, and yet here I
stood but naked as at the minute of my birth.
Thuvia, Maid of Mars
Upon a massive bench of polished ersite beneath the gorgeous blooms of a giant pimalia a woman sat.
Her shapely, sandalled foot tapped impatiently upon the
jewel-strewn walk that wound beneath the stately sorapus
trees across the scarlet sward of the royal gardens of
Thuvan Dihn, Jeddak of Ptarth, as a dark-haired, red-
skinned warrior bent low toward her, whispering heated
words close to her ear.
Warlord of Mars
In the shadows of the forest that flanks the crimson plain by the side of the Lost Sea of Korus in the Valley Dor, beneath the
hurtling moons of Mars, speeding their meteoric way close above the
bosom of the dying planet, I crept stealthily along the trail of a
shadowy form that hugged the darker places with a persistency that
proclaimed the sinister nature of its errand.
The Oakdale Affair
The brazen assurance with which the lad crossed the lawn and mounted the steps to the verandah suggested
a familiarity with the habits and customs of the inmates
of the house upon the hill which bespoke long and careful
study of the contemplated job.
Tarzan of the Apes
And so the Colonial Office appointed John Clayton to a new post in British West Africa, but his confidential instructions
centered on a thorough investigation of the unfair treatment
of black British subjects by the officers of a friendly
European power. Why he was sent, is, however, of little moment
to this story, for he never made an investigation, nor,
in fact, did he ever reach his destination.
Tarzan the Terrible
Pausing momentarily in the full light of the gorgeous African moon the creature turned an attentive ear to the rear and then,
his head lifted, his features might readily have been discerned
in the moonlight. They were strong, clean cut, and
regular--features that would have attracted attention for their
masculine beauty in any of the great capitals of the world.
The Return of Tarzan
As Tarzan walked slowly toward the smoking-room he came unexpectedly upon two men whispering excitedly just
without. He would have vouchsafed them not even a passing
thought but for the strangely guilty glance that one of them
shot in his direction. They reminded Tarzan of melodramatic
villains he had seen at the theaters in Paris.
The Beasts of Tarzan
Tarzan had recently brought his wife and infant son to London to escape the discomforts and dangers of the rainy season upon
their vast estate in Uziri--the land of the savage Waziri warriors
whose broad African domains the ape-man had once ruled.
The Son of Tarzan
"I doubt if there is any danger of his inheriting a taste for jungle life from me," replied the man, "for I cannot conceive that such a thing may be transmitted from father to son.
And sometimes, Jane, I think that in your solicitude for his
future you go a bit too far in your restrictive measures.
His love for animals--his desire, for example, to see this
trained ape--is only natural in a healthy, normal boy of his age.
Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar
It was two weeks later that John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, riding in from a tour of inspection of his
vast African estate, glimpsed the head of a column of
men crossing the plain that lay between his bungalow
and the forest to the north and west.
The Jungle Tales of Tarzan
Just to have seen him there, lolling upon the swaying bough of the jungle-forest giant, his brown skin mottled
by the brilliant equatorial sunlight which percolated
through the leafy canopy of green above him, his clean-limbed
body relaxed in graceful ease, his shapely head partly
turned in contemplative absorption and his intelligent,
gray eyes dreamily devouring the object of their devotion,
you would have thought him the reincarnation of some
demigod of old.
Tarzan the Untamed
Here Tantor, the elephant, took his long way from dust wallow to water. Here Buto, the rhinoceros, blundered blindly
in his solitary majesty, while by night the great cats paced
silently upon their padded feet beneath the dense canopy of
overreaching trees toward the broad plain beyond, where they
found their best hunting.
Tarzan And The Golden Lion
Tarzan smiled with them, but he did not cease his attentions toward the cub. Reaching out suddenly he caught the little lion by the scruff of its neck and then stroking it gently he talked to it in a low, crooning tone.
The Tarzan Twins by E. Rice Burroughs
Tarzan and the Lost Empire by E. Rice Burroughs
Tarzan at the Earth's Core by E. Rice Burroughs
Tarzan the Invincible by E. Rice Burroughs
Tarzan Triumphant by E. Rice Burroughs
Tarzan and the City of Gold by E. Rice Burroughs
Tarzan and the Lion-Man by E. Rice Burroughs
Tarzan and the Leopard Men by E. Rice Burroughs
Tarzan's Quest by E. Rice Burroughs
Tarzan and the Forbidden City by E. Rice Burroughs
Tarzan the Magnificent by E. Rice Burroughs
Tarzan and "The Foreign Legion" by E. Rice Burroughs
The Mad King
There had been murmurings then when the lad's uncle, Peter of Blentz, had announced to the people of Lutha the sudden mental affliction which had fallen upon his nephew, and more murmurings for a time after the announcement that Peter of Blentz had been appointed Regent during the lifetime of the young King Leopold, "or until God, in His infinite mercy, shall see fit to restore to us in full mental vigor our beloved monarch."
The Land of Hidden Men by E. Rice Burroughs
The young white man turned in astonishment upon his native guide. Behind them lay the partially cleared trail along which they had come. It was overgrown with tall grass that concealed the tree-stumps that had been left behind the axes of the road-builders. Before them lay a ravine, at the near edge of which the trail ended. Beyond the ravine was the primitive jungle untouched by man.
The Girl from Hollywood by E. Rice Burroughs
They were picking their way toward the summit of a steep hogback. The man, who led, was seeking carefully for the safest footing, shamed out of his recent recklessness by the thought of how close the girl had come to a serious accident through his thoughtlessness.
Skeleton Men of Jupiter by E. Rice Burroughs
The Resurrection of Jimber-Jaw by E. Rice Burroughs
The Lad and the Lion by E. Rice Burroughs
The Moon Men by E. Rice Burroughs
The Red Hawk by E. Rice Burroughs
Tanar of Pellucidar by E. Rice Burroughs
Back to the Stone Age by E. Rice Burroughs
Land of Terror by E. Rice Burroughs
Beyond The Farthest Star by E. Rice Burroughs
Savage Pellucidar by E. Rice Burroughs
The Bandit of Hell's Bend by E. Rice Burroughs
The Deputy Sheriff of Comanche County by E. Rice Burroughs
The War Chief by E. Rice Burroughs
Pellucidar
As suddenly as I had pitched into space, with equal suddenness did I emerge from the fog, out of which I
shot like a projectile from a cannon into clear daylight. My speed was so great that I could see nothing about me but a blurred and indistinct sheet of smooth and frozen snow, that rushed past me with express-train velocity.
The Moon Maid
The more than half-century of war that had continued almost uninterruptedly since 1914 had at last terminated in the absolute domination of the Anglo-Saxon race over all the other races of the World, and practically for the first time since the activities of the human race were preserved for posterity in any enduring form no civilized, or even semi-civilized, nation maintained a battle line upon any portion of the globe. War was at an end -- definitely and forever.
The Eternal Savage
"Nat-ul," she had said to him, "wishes her man to be greater than other men. She loves Nu now better than her very life, but if Love is to walk at her side during a long life Pride and Respect must walk with it." Her slender hand reached up to stroke the young giant's black hair. "I am very proud of my Nu even now," she continued, "for among all the young men of the tribe there is no greater hunter, or no mightier fighter than Nu, the son of Nu.
More Burroughs Tales !!
A Fighting Man Of Mars
As a family we are not rich except in honor, and, valuing this above all mundane possessions, I chose the profession of my father rather
than a more profitable career. The better to further my ambition I came to the capital of the empire of Helium and took service in the troops of Tardos Mors, Jeddak of Helium, that I might be nearer the great John Carter, Warlord of Mars.
Synthetic Men of Mars
From Phundahl at their western extremity, east to Toonol, the Great Toonolian Marshes stretch across the dying planet for eighteen hundred earth miles like some unclean, venomous, Gargantuan reptile -- an oozy marshland through which wind narrow watercourses connecting occasional bodies of open water, little lakes, the largest of which covers but a few acres.
Swords of Mars
Over nineteen hundred miles east of The Twin Cities of Helium, at about Lat. 30 degrees S., Lon. 172 degrees E., lies Zodanga. It has ever been a hotbed of sedition since the day that I led the fierce green hordes of Thark against it and, reducing it, added it to the Empire of Helium.
Out of Time's Abyss
About them upon the ground, among the trees and in the air over them moved and swung and soared the countless forms of Caspak's teeming life. Always were they menaced by some frightful thing and seldom were their rifles cool, yet even in the brief time they had dwelt upon Caprona they had become callous to danger, so that they swung along laughing and chatting like soldiers on a summer hike.
The Mastermind of Mars
It is true that in those days of strenuous preparation there was little time for dreaming, yet there were brief moments before sleep claimed me at night and these were my dreams. Such dreams! Always of Mars, and during my waking hours at night my eyes always sought out the Red Planet when he was above the horizon and clung there seeking a solution of the seemingly unfathomable riddle he has presented to the Earthman
for ages.
Llana of Gathol
I had seen that they were fighting
with long-swords, and so I drew mine as I ran in the direction of the unequal struggle. That the red man lived even a few moments against such odds bespoke the excellence of his swordsmanship, and I hoped that he would hold out until I reached him; for then he would have the best sword arm in all Barsoom to aid him and the sword that had tasted the blood of a thousand enemies the length and breadth of a world.
The Outlaw of Torn
De Montfort paled. He was a tall, handsome man, and when he drew himself to his full height and turned those gray eyes on the victim of his wrath, as he did that day, he was very imposing.
The Girl From Farris's
To a casual observer it might have appeared that Mr. Doarty was doing nothing more remarkable than leaning against a telephone pole, which in itself might have been easily explained had Mr. Doarty not been so palpably sober; but there are no casual observers in the South Side levee at two in the morning
The Mucker
From Halsted to Robey, and
from Grand Avenue to Lake Street there was scarce a bartender whom Billy knew not by his first name. And, in proportion to their number which was considerably less, he knew the patrolmen and plain clothes men equally as well, but not so pleasantly.
The Return of the Mucker
The War Chief
Carson of Venus
Escape on Venus
Lost on Venus
Pirates of Venus
Apache Devil
C.J. Cherryh
Chanur's Homecoming by C.J. Cherryh
Chanur's Venture by C.J. Cherryh
Cuckoo's Egg by C.J. Cherryh
Cyteen by C.J. Cherryh
Downbelow Station by C.J. Cherryh
Heavy Time by C.J. Cherryh
Merchanter's Luck by C.J. Cherryh
The Kif Strike Back by C.J. Cherryh
The Pride of Chanur by C.J. Cherryh
Tripoint by C.J. Cherryh
Visible Light by C.J. Cherryh
Arthur C. Clarke
2001 A Space Odyssey by Arthur C. Clarke
2010 Odyssey Two [ZIP] by Arthur C. Clarke
2061 Odyssey Three [ZIP] by Arthur C. Clarke
3001 The Final Odyssey [ZIP] by Arthur C. Clarke
A Fall of Moondust [ZIP] by Arthur C. Clarke
Childhood's End [ZIP] by Arthur C. Clarke
Rendezvous with Rama [ZIP] by Arthur C. Clarke
The City and the Stars [ZIP] by Arthur C. Clarke
The Deep Range [ZIP] by Arthur C. Clarke
The Fountains of Paradise [ZIP] by Arthur C. Clarke
The Nine Billion Names of God [ZIP] by Arthur C. Clarke
Lester Del Rey
The Keepers of the House by Lester Del Rey
The feeling left from the dream was still troubling him. He had bedded down in a dry shelter back from the water. After he had scraped away the ancient, dried bones of rabbits, it had seemed like a good place.
Badge of Infamy by Lester Del Rey
The Sky is Falling by Lester Del Rey
Police Your Planet Lester del Rey
Philip K. Dick
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep [ZIP] by Philip K. Dick
The Man in the High Castle [ZIP] by Philip K. Dick
The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch [ZIP] by Philip K. Dick
George Griffith
The Angel Of The Revolution A Tale of the Coming Terror by George Griffith
They were strange words to be uttered, as they were, by a pale, haggard, half-starved looking young fellow in a dingy, comfortless room on the top floor of a South London tenement-house; and yet there was a triumphant ring in his voice
Olga Romanoff By George Griffith
It was midday, on the 8th of December 2030, and the rulers of all the civilised States of the world were gathered together in St. Paul's Cathedral to receive, from the hands of a descendant of Natas in the fourth generation, the restoration of the right of independent national rule
A Honeymoon In Space by George Griffith
" Say, Norton, there's something ahead there that I can't make out. Just as the sun got clear above the horizon I saw a black spot go straight across it, right through the upper and lower limbs. I looked again, and it was plumb in the middle of the disc. Look," he went on, speaking louder in his growing excitement, " there it is again ! I can see it without the glasses now. See ? "
A Glimpse Of The Sinless Star George Griffith
"How very different Venus looks now to what it does from the earth," said Zaidie as she took her eye away from the telescope, through which she had been examining the enormous crescent
The Outlaws of the Air George Griffith
But Max Renault was the brain
itself, the intellect which conceived the plans for the execution of
which the meaner and cheaper disciples of the sanguinary brotherhood of
the knife and the bomb died on the scaffold, or wore out their
lives in penal prisons or the mines of Siberia.
A Visit To The Moon George Griffith
When the Astronef rose from the ground to commence her marvellous voyage through the hitherto untraversed realms of Space, Lord Redgrave
and his bride were standing at the forward-end of a raised deck which ran along about two-thirds of the length of the cylindrical body
In Saturn's Realm George Griffith
Jupiter and his System dropped behind, sinking, as it seemed to the wanderers, down into the bottomless gulf of Space, but still forming by far the most brilliant and splendid object in the skies.
The World Of The Crystal Cities George Griffith
"Another dead world," said Redgrave, as the surface of Calisto revolved swiftly beneath them, "or, at any rate, a dying one. There
must be an atmosphere of some sort, or else that snow and ice wouldn't be there
The World Of The War God George Griffith
"The clouds of Mars," she exclaimed, "fancy a world with pink clouds! I wonder what there is on the other side." The next moment they saw.
The Mummy and Miss Nitocris by George Griffith
A Corner in Lightning by George Griffith
From Pole to Pole by George Griffith
The Raid of Le Vengeur by George Griffith
The Romance of Golden Star by George Griffith
The World Peril of 1910 by George Griffith
Homeward Bound by George Griffith
In Saturn's Realm by George Griffith
Robert A. Heinlein
Double Star [ZIP] by Robert A. Heinlein
Starship Troopers [ZIP] by Robert A. Heinlein
Stranger in a Strange Land [ZIP] by Robert A. Heinlein
The Door into Summer [ZIP] by Robert A. Heinlein
The Moon is a Harsh Mistress [ZIP] by Robert A. Heinlein
The Puppet Masters [ZIP] by Robert A. Heinlein
Otis Adelbert Kline
Otis Adelbert KLINE (1891-1946)
Man from the Moon by Otis Adelbert Kline
Stolen Centuries by Otis Adelbert Kline
The Outlaws of Mars by Otis Adelbert Kline
The Call of the Savage [Jan of the Jungle] by Otis Adelbert Kline
The Port of Peril by Otis Adelbert Kline
Maza of the Moon by Otis Adelbert Kline
Prince of Peril by Otis Adelbert Kline
Planet of Peril by Otis Adelbert Kline
Henry Kuttner
The Dark World by Henry Kuttner
There was only smoke, rising from the swamps of the tangled Limberlost country, not fifty miles from Chicago, where man has outlawed superstition with strong bonds of steel and concrete.
The Time Axis by Henry Kuttner
So we start with a paradox. But the strangest thing of all is that there are no real paradoxes involved, not one. This is a record of
logic. Not human logic, of course, not the logic of this time or this space.
The Creature from Beyond Infinity By Henry Kuttner
Not available because of Blackmask shutdown.
The Valley Of The Flame by Henry Kuttner
Raft wasn't an imaginative man. He left all that to Dan Craddock, with his Welsh ghosts and his shadow-people of the lost centuries.
Still, Raft was a doctor, and when those drums throbbed in the jungle something curious happened here in his little hospital of plastic shacks, smelling of antiseptic.
Murray Leinster
This World Is Taboo by Murray Leinster
He swung the outside electron telescope, picked up a nearby bright object, enlarged its image to show details, and checked it against the local star-pilot. He calculated a moment. The distance was too short for even the briefest of overdrive hops, but it would take time to get there on solar-system drive.
Operation: Outer Space by Murray Leinster
Cochrane found an ironic flavor in the thought that splendid daring and incredible technology had made his coming journey possible. Heroes had ventured magnificently into the emptiness beyond Earth's atmosphere.
The Runaway Skyscraper by Murray Leinster
Where, from this same window Arthur had seen the sun setting behind the Jersey hills, all edged with the angular roofs of factories, with their chimneys emitting columns of smoke, he now saw the same sun sinking redly behind a mass of luxuriant foliage. And where he was accustomed to look upon the tops of high buildings—each entitled to the name of "skyscraper"—he now saw miles and miles of waving green branches.
Space Tug by Murray Leinster
he was uncomfortable about the business of releasing the spaceship from the launching cage. There was, too, cause for worry in the take-off rockets; if the tube linings had shrunk there would
be some rather gruesome consequences; and there could always be last-minute orders from Washington to delay or even cancel everything.
Operation Terror by Murray Leinster
Up to the time the Alaskan installation reported something strange in space, the state of things generally was neither alarming nor consoling.
Space Tug by Murray Leinster
Outer Space by Murray Leinster
Operation Terror by Murray Leinster
The Runaway Skyscraper by Murray Leinster
Med Ship by Murray Leinster
Planets of Adventure by Murray Leinster
The Wailing Asteroid by Murray Leinster
Andre Alice Norton
The Gifts of Asti by Andre Alice Norton
Key Out of Time by Andre Alice Norton
Plague Ship by Andre Alice Norton
Ralestone Luck by Andre Alice Norton
Star Born by Andre Alice Norton
Star Hunter by Andre Alice Norton
The Time Traders by Andre Alice Norton
Storm Over Warlock by Andre Alice Norton
Voodoo Planet by Andre Alice Norton
George Orwell
Animal Farm by George Orwell
With the ring of light from his lantern dancing from side to side, he lurched across the yard, kicked off his boots at the back door, drew himself a last glass of beer from the barrel in the scullery, and made his way up to bed, where Mrs. Jones was already snoring.
Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.
A Clergyman's Daughter
Coming up for Air
Burmese Days
Down and Out in Paris and London
Fifty Orwell Essays
Homage to Catalonia
Keep the Aspidistra Flying
Politics and the English Language
Shooting an Elephant
The Road to Wigan Pier
H. Beam Piper
Rebel Raider by H. Beam Piper
Temple Trouble by H. Beam Piper
Naudsonce by H. Beam Piper
He Walked Around the Horses by H. Beam Piper
Hunter Patrol by H. Beam Piper
Uller Uprising by H. Beam Piper
Omnilingual by H. Beam Piper
The Keeper by H. Beam Piper
Graveyard of Dreams by H. Beam Piper
Genesis by H. Beam Piper
Murder In The Gunroom by H. Beam Piper
Four-Day Planet by H. Beam Piper
Ullr Uprising by H. Beam Piper
Time Crime by H. Beam Piper
Operation R.S.V.P. by H. Beam Piper
Null-ABC by H. Beam Piper
Flight From Tomorrow by H. Beam Piper
He Walked Around the Horses by H. Beam Piper
The Return by H. Beam Piper
Police Operation by H. Beam Piper
Space Viking by H. Beam Piper
A Slave is a Slave by H. Beam Piper
Last Enemy by H. Beam Piper
Dearest by H. Beam Piper
Crossroads of Destiny by H. Beam Piper
The Cosmic Computer by H. Beam Piper
The Answer by H. Beam Piper
The Return by H. Beam Piper
Roy Rockwood
Under the Ocean to the South Pole by Roy Rockwood
Through Space to Mars by Roy Rockwood
Five Thousand Miles Underground by Roy Rockwood
Washington White, who in color was just the opposite to his name, a general helper and companion to Professor Henderson, found Mark Sampson and Jack Darrow about a quarter of a mile from the big shed, which was in the center of a wooded island off the coast of Maine. The lads were seated on the bank of a small brook, fishing.
On a Torn-Away World by Roy Rockwood
The hangar in which the machine had been built was connected with Professor Amos Henderson's laboratory and workshop, hidden away on a
lonely point on the seacoast
Through Space to Mars by Roy Rockwood
There was a little crackling sound as the heat expanded the powder, and the end of the test tube became quite red from the
flame.
Dave Dashaway And His Hydroplane by Roy Rockwood
The man in charge of the place attracted his attention, too. He had only one arm and limped when he walked. His face was scarred and he looked like a war veteran.
Lost on the Moon by Roy Rockwood
I think you have translated
that article as well as you can. But suppose you have made some error? We didn't have much time to study the language of Mars while we were there, and we might make some mistake in the words.
Jack North's Treasure Hunt by Roy Rockwood
Naturally the appearance of the two running at such a headlong pace aroused the attention of the passers-by, all of whom stopped to see what it meant.
Through The Air To The North Pole by Roy Rockwood
And then the two boys broke into a run toward a slow moving freight on a track that crossed the country road a short distance away from them.
Robert Sheckley
A Wind Is Rising by Robert Sheckley
Outside, a wind was rising. But within the station, the two men had other things on their minds. Clayton turned the handle of the water faucet again and waited. Nothing happened.
Protection by Robert Sheckley
There'll be an airplane crash in Burma next week, but it shouldn't affect me here in New York. And the feegs certainly can't harm me.
The Prize of Peril by Robert Sheckley
They were smashing against the door, grunting each time they struck. Soon the lock would tear out, or the hinges would pull out of the rotting wood.
Cordle To Onion To Carrot by Robert Sheckley
"And, naturally, you and all the other pearly-white onions think that carrots are just bad news, merely some kind of misshapen orangey onion; whereas the carrots look at you and rap about freaky round white carrots, wow! I mean, you're just too much for each other, whereas, in actuality -- "
Bad Medicine by Robert Sheckley
No! Caswell took a deep gulp of air and reminded himself that he didn't really want to kill anyone. It was not right to kill people.
Mary Shelley
Sir Bertrand A Fragment
AFTER this adventure, Sir Bertrand turned his steed towards the woulds, hoping to cross these dreary moors before the curfew. But ere he had proceeded half his journey, he was bewildered by the different tracks, and not being able, as far as the eye could reach
Mathilda by Mary Shelley
It was on my sixteenth birthday that my aunt received a letter from my father. I cannot describe the tumult of emotions that arose within me as I read it.
Proserpine and Midas by Mary Shelley
We will first
therefore consider the revelation of Mount Sinai. Taking the fact
plainly it happened thus. The Jews were told by a man whom they
believed to have supernatural powers that they were to prepare for
that God
The Fortunes of Perkin Warbeck by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
The principal thing that I should wish to be impressed on my reader's mind is, that whether my hero was or was not an impostor, he was believed to be the true man by his contemporaries. The partial pages of Bacon, of Hall, and Holinshed and others of that date, are replete with proofs of this fact.
The Heir of Mondolfo by Mary Shelley
In the beautiful and wild country near Sorrento, in the Kingdom of Naples, at the time it was governed by monarchs of the house of Anjou, there lived a territorial noble, whose wealth and power overbalanced that of the neighboring nobles.
The Invisible Girl by Mary Shelley
She was reading one of those folio romances which have so long been the delight of the enthusiastic and young; her mandoline was at her feet -- her parroquet perched on a huge mirror near her; the arrangement of furniture and hangings gave token of a luxurious dwelling, and her attire also evidently that of home and privacy
Falkner; A Novel by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Treby was almost unknown; yet, whoever visited it might well prefer its sequestered beauties to many more renowned competitors. Situated in the depths of a little bay, it was sheltered on all sides by the cliffs. Just behind the hamlet the cliff made a break
The Mortal Immortal by Mary Shelly
Am I, then, immortal? This is a question which I have asked myself, by day and night, for now three hundred and three years, and yet cannot answer it. I detected a gray hair amidst my brown locks this very day-- that surely signifies decay. Yet it may have remained concealed there for three hundred years--for some persons have become entirely white headed before twenty years of age.
The Mourner by Mary Shelly
Our boat has floated long on the broad expanse; now let it approach the umbrageous bank. The green tresses of the graceful willow dip into the waters, which are checked by them into a ripple.
The Evil Eye by Mary Shelley
Who in the mutilated savage could recognise the handsomest amongst the Arnaoots? His habits kept pace with his change of physiognomy
Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
These reflections have dispelled the agitation with which I began my letter, and I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven, for nothing contributes so much to tranquillize the mind as a steady purpose
The Parvenue by Mary Shelley
Am I evil-minded - am I wicked? What have been my errors, that I am now an outcast and wretched? I will tell my story - I let others judge me; my mind is bewildered, I cannot judge myself.
The Dream by Mary Shelley
She glided hastily from the bower: with swift steps she threaded the glade and sought the castle. Once within the seclusion of her own apartment she gave way to the burst of grief that tore her gentle bosom like a tempest
Valperga by Mary Shelley
Lombardy and Tuscany, the most civilized districts of Italy, exhibited astonishing specimens of human genius; but at the
same time they were torn to pieces by domestic faction, and almost destroyed by the fury of civil wars.
Valerius The Reanimated Roman by Mary Shelley
"I have promised to relate to you, my friend, what were my sensations on my revival, and how the appearance of this world - fallen from what it once was - struck me when the light of the sun revisited my eyes after it had deserted them many hundred years.
M. P. Shiel
Prince Zaleski by M. P. Shiel
'Mechanics!' cried Zaleski, starting upright for a moment, 'mechanics to agricultural labourers! Why not elementary chemistry? Why not
elementary botany?
Vaila by M. P. Shiel
Their
are minds precisely so sensitive as a cupful of melted silver; every
breath will roughen and darken them: and what of the simoon, tornado?
The Bride by M. P. Shiel
It was on the night of his arrival at No. 13, that he for the first time saw Rachel, Annie's younger sister. Both girls, in fact, were named "Rachel" -- after a much-mourned mother of Mrs.
The Stone of the Edmundsbury Monks by M. P. Shiel
A day or two after I had reached the desolate old mansion which the prince occupied, knowing that he might sometimes lie induced to take an absorbing interest in questions that had proved themselves too profound
The S S by M. P. Shiel
The coffin is not too strait for lawless nuptial bed; and the sweet clods of the valley will prove no barren bridegroom of a writhing progeny.
The Race of Orven by M. P. Shiel
I reached the gloomy abode of my friend as the sun set. It was a vast palace of the older world standing lonely in the midst of
woodland, and approached by a sombre avenue of poplars and cypresses
The Pale Ape by M. P. Shiel
It was on the fourth forenoon, a day of "the Indian summer," that my pupil took me to see the apes. There were three of them -- two
chimpanzees, one gibbon -- in three rooms of wire-netting close to the east line of cliffs
Many a Tear by M. P. Shiel
He spoke with no little solemnity, though I must say that when he went on to tell me the facts, he left me utterly unconvinced of this "arm of the Almighty"; and I hope that by this time he, too, has nobler thoughts with regard to Margaret Higgs.
The Case of Euphemia Raphash by M. P. Shiel
"The Doctor, sir--saw him with my own eyes--he is on foot-- must have passed through the north park gates, and is at this moment coming up the drive!"
The Lord of the Sea by M. P. Shiel
Within three months of that night, one midnight the people of Prague rose and massacred most of the Jewish residents; the next day the flame broke out in Buda-Pesth; and within a week had become a revolution.
E. E. ''Doc'' Smith
Spacehounds of IPC E. E. ''Doc'' Smith
The Galaxy Primes E. E. ''Doc'' Smith
Triplanetary E. E. ''Doc'' Smith
The Skylark of Space E. E. ''Doc'' Smith
Skylark Three E. E. ''Doc'' Smith
Robert Silverberg
Born with the Dead [ZIP] by Robert Silverberg
Dying Inside [ZIP] by Robert Silverberg
Nightwings [ZIP] by Robert Silverberg
The Pardoner's Tale [ZIP] by Robert Silverberg
To Live Again [ZIP] by Robert Silverberg
Olaf Stapledon
Last and First Men by Olaf Stapledon
Long before the human spirit awoke to clear cognizance of the world and itself, it sometimes stirred in its sleep, opened bewildered eyes, and slept again. One of these moments of precocious experience embraces the whole struggle of the First Men from savagery toward civilization.
Odd John: A Story Between Jest and Earnest by Olaf Stapledon
I know that he never walked till he was six, that before he was ten he committed several burglaries and killed a policeman, that at eighteen, when he still looked a young boy, he founded his preposterous colony in the South Seas, and that at twenty-three, in appearance but little altered, he outwitted the six warships that six Great Powers had sent to seize him. I know also how John and all his followers died.
The Flames by Olaf Stapledon
Presently, to my amazement, the strange object detached itself from the stone, spread itself into an almost bird-like shape, and then, rather like a gull negotiating a strong breeze before alighting, it hovered across the windy little hollow in the fire's heart, and settled on the brightest of the coals.
Sirius by Olaf Stapledon
She turned her face towards me with a smile that I shall not forget. Nor shall I forget the bewildering effect of the dog's earnest and almost formal little declaration. Later I was to realize that a rather stilted diction was very characteristic of him, in moments of deep feeling.
Last Men in London by Olaf Stapledon
WHEN I am in your world and your epoch I remember often a certain lonely place in my own world, and in the time that I call present. It is a comer where the land juts out into the sea as a confusion of split rocks, like a herd of monsters crowding into the water.
Death into Life by Olaf Stapledon
Squadron upon squadron, their intricate machines thundered toward the target, heavy with death. Darkness below; and above, the stars. Below, the invisible carpet of the fields and little homes; above, and very far beyond those flashing stars, the invisible galaxies, gliding through the immense dark, squadron upon squadron of universes, deploying in the boundless and yet measured space.
Darkness and the Light by Olaf Stapledon
At some date within the age that we call modern, some date not precisely known to me, for I looked back towards it from the distant futures as though searching in my remote past, the single torrent of terrestrial events is split, as though by a projecting promontory, so that it becomes thenceforth two wholly distinct and mutually exclusive surging floods of intricate existence
A Man Divided by Olaf Stapledon
I remember I was rather surprised when the bridegroom suddenly scratched his head, as though in perplexity, and began looking about him in a frank, inquisitive manner that seemed out of keeping with the occasion. And perhaps it was not quite seemly suddenly to turn his face full upon the lovely creature at his side
Collected Stories by Olaf Stapledon
On a bush a robin was singing. The young man's gaze left the girl's face and settled intently on the robin. "Watch that bird," he said. His voice was almost a whisper. Presently the bird stopped singing, and after looking miserable for a while, with its head hunched into its body, it dropped from the tree without opening its wings. It lay on the grass with its legs in the air, dead.
Star Maker by Olaf Stapledon
Yet there was bitterness. And bitterness not only invaded us from the world; it welled up also within our own magic circle. For horror at our futility, at our own unreality, and not only at the world's delirium, had driven me out on to the hill.
Francis Stevens
The Heads of Cerberus by Francis Stevens
Nightmare! by Francis Stevens
Serapion by Francis Stevens
Elf Trap by Francis Stevens
Behind The Curtain by Francis Stevens
Claimed! by Francis Stevens
Unseen - Unfeared by Francis Stevens
Various Authors
The Weird of the Wanderer by Frederick William Rolfe
"Of course we were soon surrounded by a mob of Scottish- looking fanulloni, who annoyed us with screams and gestures as we uncovered the painted doorway; and it was not long before one of them proclaimed himself to be the owner of the site and demanded compensation.
Strange Case Of Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson
He is not easy to describe. There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something downright detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why. He must be deformed somewhere; he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although
I couldn't specify the point.
Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser
When a girl leaves her home at eighteen, she does one of two things. Either she falls into saving hands and becomes better, or she rapidly assumes the cosmopolitan standard of virtue and becomes worse.
The Lost City by Joseph E. Badger, Jr.
There was a queer-sounding chuckle as Professor Featherwit turned away, busying himself about that rude-built shed and shanty which sheltered the pride of his brain and the pet of his heart, while Bruno smiled indulgently as he took a few steps away from those stunted trees in order to gain a fairer view of the stormy heavens.
Looking Backward From 2000 to 1887 by Edward Bellamy
Something extraordinary had certainly happened to account for my waking up in this strange house with this unknown companion, but my fancy was utterly impotent to suggest more than the wildest guess as to what that something might have been. Could it be that I was the victim of some sort of conspiracy?
The Keepsake Stories by Walter Scott
The two sisters were extremely different, though each had their admirers while they remained single. Lady Bothwell had some touch of the old King's-Copland blood about her. She was bold, though not to the degree of audacity: ambitious, and desirous to raise her house and family; and was, as has been said, a considerable spur to my grandfather, who was otherwise an indolent man; but whom unless he has been slandered, his lady's influence involved in some political matters which had been more wisely let alone. She was a woman of high principle, however, and masculine good sense, as some of her letters testify, which are still in my wainscot cabinet.
Gulliver Of Mars by Edwin L. Arnold
It was a wild, black kind of night, and the weirdness of it showed up as I passed from light to light or crossed the mouths of dim alleys leading Heaven knows to what infernal dens of mystery and crime even in this latter-day city of ours. The moon was up as far as the church steeples; large vapoury clouds scudding across the sky between us and her, and a strong, gusty wind, laden with big raindrops snarled angrily round corners and sighed in the parapets like strange voices talking about things not of human interest.
A Crystal Age by William Henry Hudson
Glad and grateful at having escaped with unbroken bones from such a dangerous accident, I set out walking along the edge of the ravine, which soon broadened to a valley running between two steep hills; and then, seeing water at the bottom and feeling very dry, I ran down the slope to get a drink. Lying flat on my chest to slake my thirst animal fashion, I was amazed at the reflection the water gave back of my face: it was, skin and hair, thickly encrusted with clay and rootlets!
The Coming Race by Edward Bulwer Lytton
At last he said, "I will tell you all. When the cage stopped, I found myself on a ridge of rock; and below me, the chasm, taking a slanting direction, shot down to a considerable depth, the darkness of which my lamp could not have penetrated. But through it, to my infinite surprise, streamed upward a steady brilliant light. Could it be any volcanic fire?
The Land of the Changing Sun by William N. Harben
Johnston was the first to come to consciousness as the balloon sank into less rarefied atmosphere. He opened his eyes dreamily and looked curiously at the white face of his friend in his lap. Then he shook him and tried to call his name, but his lips made no sound. Drawing himself up a little with a hand on the edge of the basket, he reached for a water-jug and sprinkled Thorndyke's face. In a moment he was rewarded by seeing the eyes of the latter slowly open.
The Coming Conquest of England by August Niemann
Every poker-player knows that, so far from being considered dishonourable, it is a chief sign of skill in the game, where each
man plays for his own hand, for one to deceive the rest as to the
value of the cards he holds. The name of "bluff," which has been
given to this game, is itself sufficient to show that everyone has
to try his best to puzzle his adversaries.
The Lost World by Arthur Conan Doyle
If anything could have driven me from Gladys, it would have been the thought of such a father-in-law. I am
convinced that he really believed in his heart that I came round
to the Chestnuts three days a week for the pleasure of his
company, and very especially to hear his views upon bimetallism,
a subject upon which he was by way of being an authority.
The Great War Syndicate by Frank Stockton
In the spring of a certain year, not far from the close of the nineteenth century, when the political relations between the United States and Great Britain became so strained that careful observers on both sides of the Atlantic were forced to the belief that a serious break in these relations might be looked for at any time, the fishing schooner Eliza Drum sailed from a port in Maine for the banks of Newfoundland.
Through the Eye of the Needle by W. D. Howells
Children, who were once almost
unheard of, and quite unheard, in apartment-houses, increasingly abound
under favor of the gospel of race preservation.
A Strange Discovery by Charles Romyn Dake
At last, he sends for a minister of God -- and what says the spiritual expert? Perhaps he represents that old, old organization, whose history stretches back for centuries through the dark ages to the borders of the brilliancy beyond;
Silas P. Cornu's Dry Calculator by Henry A. Hering
Talking about inventions, did you never hear of Silas P. Cornu's Patent Dry Calculator? You surprise me. It was a lot thought of in its time, an' I guess if you'd come to Athens, Dakota, about ten years ago, you'd have made its acquaintance pretty slick.
Equality by Edward Bellamy
And suppose you had gone forth just as you did in your dream, and had passed up and down telling men of the terrible folly and
wickedness of their way of life and how much nobler and happier a way there was. Just think what good you might have done, how you might have helped people in those days when they needed help so much.
The Interplanetary Hunter Vol I by Arthur K. Barnes
Tommy Strike stepped out from under the needle-spray antiseptic shower that was the Earthman's chief defense against the myriad
malignant bacterial infections swarming the hothouse that is Venus. He grabbed a towel
The Interplanetary Hunter Vol II by Arthur K. Barnes
"Just leave that to me. I've plenty of technical resources in the labs. If you're thinking of a synthetic monster -- "
The Last American by J. A. Mitchell
Grip-til-lah was first to see it, and when he shouted the tidings my heart beat fast with joy. The famished crew have forgotten their
disconsolate stomachs and are dancing about the deck.
The Moon Metal by Garrett P. Serviss
But within a week, and from a different source, flashed another despatch which more than confirmed the first. It declared that gold existed near the south pole in practically unlimited quantity. Some geologists said this accounted for the greater depth of the Antarctic Ocean.
Masters of Space by Walter Kellogg Towers
We can understand the difficulties that beset King Agamemnon as he stood at the head of his armies before the walls of Troy. Many were the messages he would want to send to his native kingdom in Greece during the progress of the siege.
A Journey in Other Worlds J. J. Astor
They had often seen it in the terrestrial sky, emitting its strong, steady ray, and had thought of that far-away planet,
about which till recently so little had been known, and a burning
desire had possessed them to go to it and explore its mysteries.
Now, thanks to APERGY, the force whose existence the ancients
suspected, but of which they knew so little, all things were
possible.
The Moon Pool by A. Merritt
It is on such mornings that Papua whispers to you of her immemorial ancientness and of her power. And, as every white man must, I fought against her spell. While I struggled I saw a tall figure striding down the pier; a Kapa-Kapa boy followed swinging a new valise. There was something familiar about the tall man. As he reached the gangplank he looked up straight into my eyes, stared for a moment, then waved his hand.
A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay
"Ladies and gentlemen, you are about to witness a materialisation. That means you will see something appear in space that was not
previously there. At first it will appear as a vaporous form, but
finally it will be a solid body, which anyone present may feel and
handle - and, for example, shake hands with. For this body will be
in the human shape. It will be a real man or woman - which, I can't
say - but a man or woman without known antecedents.
The Man Who Rocked The Earth by Arthur Train And Robert Williams Wood
Code Three by Rick Raphael
Ardath by Marie Corelli
Deep in the heart of the Caucasus mountains a wild storm was gathering. Drear shadows drooped and thickened above the Pass of Dariel, -- that terrific gorge which like a mere thread seems to hang between the toppling frost-bound heights above and the black abysmal depths below
Darkness and Dawn by George Allan England
Faintly now she breathed; vaguely her heart began to throb once more. She stirred. She moaned, still for the moment powerless to cast off wholly the enshrouding incubus of that tremendous, dreamless sleep.
Brigands of the Moon by Ray Cummings
The White Invaders by Ray Cummings
The Door Through Space by Marion Zimmer Bradley
Stop Look and Dig by George O. Smith
Zarlah the Martian by R. Norman Grisewood
An Encounter in Atlanta by Ed Howdershelt
The Lord of Death and the Queen of Life by Homer Eon Flint
The Land of the Changing Sun by William N. Harben
The Blind Spot by Homer Eon Flint
The Universe -- or Nothing by Meyer Moldeven
The Night Land by William Hope Hodgson
Across the Zodiac by Percy Greg
The Gland Men of the Island by Malcolm Afford
Vandals of the Void James Morgan Walsh
A Week in the Future Catherine Helen Spence
The Miniature by J. Y. Akerman
The Grindwell Governing Machine Anonymous
Atlantida Pierre Benoit
The Lost Valley by J. M. Walsh
Rip Foster in Ride the Gray Planet by Harold Leland Goodwin
Trips To The Moon by Lucian
The Invisible Ray by Arthur B. Reeve
Before the doctor could proceed further, Kennedy handed me a letter which had been lying before him on the table. It had evidently been torn into small pieces and then carefully pasted together.
The Green Odyssey by Philip José Farmer
Alan Green had lived without hope. From the day the spaceship had crashed on this unknown planet he had resigned himself to the destiny created for him by accident and mathematics. Chances against another ship landing within the next hundred years were a million to one.
Atlantis The Antediluvian World by Ignatius Donnelly
That the gods and goddesses of the ancient Greeks, the Phoenicians, the Hindoos, and the Scandinavians were simply the kings, queens, and heroes of Atlantis; and the acts attributed to them in mythology are a confused recollection of real historical events.
Age of Fire and Gravel by Ignatius Donnelly
several different origins have been assigned for the phenomena known as "the Drift," and while one or two of these have been widely
accepted and taught in our schools as established truths, yet it is not
too much to say that no one of them meets all the requirements
Caesar's Column by Ignatius Donnelly
It must not be thought, because I am constrained to describe the overthrow of civilization, that I desire it. The prophet is not responsible for the event he foretells. He may contemplate it with profoundest sorrow.
The Lani People by J. F. Bone
Jac Kennon read the box a second time. There must be a catch to it. Nothing that paid a salary that large could possibly be on the level. Fifteen thousand a year was top pay even on Beta
The Smoky God by Willis George Emerson
Marco Polo will doubtless shift uneasily in his grave at the strange story I am called upon to chronicle; a story as strange as a Munchausen tale. It is also incongruous that I, a disbeliever, should be the one to edit the story of Olaf Jansen, whose name is now for the first time given to the world, yet who must hereafter rank as one of the notables of earth.
The Secret Power by Marie Corelli
She waited. She was a big handsome creature, sun-browned and black-haired, with flashing dark eyes lit by a spark that was not originally caught from heaven. Presently, becoming conscious of her presence, he threw his book aside and looked up.
The Republic Of The Southern Cross by Valery Bryusov
THERE have appeared lately a whole series of descriptions of the dreadful catastrophe which has overtaken the Republic of the Southern Cross. They are strikingly various, and give many details of a manifestly fantastic and improbable character.
The Metal Monster by A. Merritt
In this great crucible of life we call the world--in the vaster one we call the universe--the mysteries lie close packed, uncountable as grains of sand on ocean's shores.
Metropolis by Thea von Harbou
Freder bent his head backwards, his wide-open, burning eyes stared unseeingly upward. His hands formed music from the chaos of the notes; struggling with the vibration of the sound and stirring him to his innermost depths.
Agent to the Stars John Scalzi
Another World Benjamin Lumley
Beyond The Great Oblivion George Allan England
City of Endless Night Milo M. Hastings
Doctor Who and the Empire of Glass Andy Lane
Four Eyes Tobias Buckell
Highways in Hiding George Oliver Smith
Legacy James H. Schmitz
Man of Many Minds E. Everett Evans
R.U.R Karel Čapek
Regeneration Charles Dye
Captain Jinks, Hero by Ernest Crosby
Lady Into Fox by David Garnett
Lord of the World by Robert Hugh Benson
Darkness and Dawn by George Allan England
She Stands Accused by Victor MacClure
The City at World's End by Edmond Hamilton
The Secret of the Ninth Planet Donald A. Wollheim
The Worm Ouroboros by E. R. Eddison
With The Eyes Shut by Edward Bellamy
Many Dimensions Charles Williams
Out of the Silent Planet by C.S. Lewis
The Period spent in the space-ship ought to have been one of terror and anxiety for Ransom. He was separated by an astronomical distance from every member of the human race except two whom he had
excellent reasons for distrusting. He was heading for an unknown destination, and was being brought
thither for a purpose which his captors steadily refused to disclose. Devine and Weston relieved
each other regularly in a room which Ransom was never allowed to enter and where he supposed the
controls of their machine must be. Weston, during his watches on, was almost entirely silent.
The Sliced-Crosswise Only-on-Tuesday World by Philip José Farmer
This was on the last day of the eight days of spring. He awoke to look out the door at the ashes and the firemen. A man in a white asbestos suit motioned for him to stay inside.
The Green Odyssey by Philip José Farmer
Hope came to him a month after he'd been made foreman of the kitchen slaves of the Duke of Tropat. It came to him as he was standing behind the Duchess during a meal and directing those who were waiting upon
her.
Star Surgeon Alan Nourse
Storm Over Warlock Andre Norton
Zarlah the Martian R. Norman Grisewood
The Afterglow George Allan England
The Living Link James De Mille
The Mantooth Christopher Leadem
The Planet Mars and Its Inhabitants
The War of the Wenuses C.L. Graves
We Met The Space People Helen Mitchell
Jules Verne
From the Earth to the Moon by Jules Verne
"Gentlemen," said he, "we have to resolve one of the most
important problems in the whole of the noble science of gunnery.
It might appear, perhaps, the most logical course to devote our
first meeting to the discussion of the engine to be employed.
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea
The year 1866 was signalised by a remarkable incident, a mysterious
and puzzling phenomenon, which doubtless no one has yet forgotten.
Not to mention rumours which agitated the maritime population
and excited the public mind, even in the interior of continents,
seafaring men were particularly excited. Merchants, common sailors,
captains of vessels, skippers, both of Europe and America,
naval officers of all countries, and the Governments of several States
on the two continents, were deeply interested in the matter.
The Mysterious Island
"Are we rising again?" "No. On the contrary." "Are we descending?" "Worse than that, captain! we are falling!" "For Heaven's sake heave out the
ballast!" "There! the last sack is empty!" "Does the balloon rise?" "No!"
"I hear a noise like the dashing of waves. The sea is below the car! It
cannot be more than 500 feet from us!" "Overboard with every weight!
...everything!"
Around The World In Eighty Days
He was so exact that he was never in a hurry, was always ready, and was economical alike of his steps and his motions. He never took one step too many, and always went to his destination by the shortest cut; he made no superfluous gestures, and was never seen to be moved or agitated. He was the most deliberate person in the world, yet always reached his destination at the exact moment.
Off on a Comet
Having entered the town, Captain Servadac made his way towards Matmore, the military quarter, and was not long in finding two friends on whom he might rely--a major of the 2nd Fusileers, and a captain of the 8th Artillery. The two officers listened gravely enough to Servadac's request that they would act as his seconds in an affair of honor, but could not resist a smile on hearing that the dispute between him and the count had originated in a musical discussion.
In Search of the Castaways
The DUNCAN was newly built, and had been making a trial trip a few miles outside the Firth of Clyde. She was returning to Glasgow, and the Isle of Arran already loomed in the distance, when the sailor on watch caught sight of an enormous fish sporting in the wake of the ship. Lord Edward, who was immediately apprised of the fact, came up on the poop a few minutes after with his cousin, and asked John Mangles, the captain, what sort of an animal he thought it was.
A Journey To The Center Of The Earth
YOU see, the whole island is composed of volcanoes," said the Professor, "and remark carefully that they all bear the name of Yocul. The word is Icelandic, and means a glacier. In most of the lofty mountains of that region the volcanic eruptions come forth from icebound caverns. Hence the name applied to every volcano on this extraordinary island."
Michael Strogoff
THE Czar had not so suddenly left the ball-room of the New Palace, when the fete he was giving to the civil and military authorities and principal people of Moscow was at the height of its brilliancy, without ample cause; for he had just received information that serious events were taking place beyond the frontiers of the Ural. It had become evident that a formidable rebellion threatened to wrest the Siberian provinces from the Russian crown.
The Survivors of the Chancellor
It is high tide, and three o'clock in the afternoon when we leave the Battery quay; the ebb carries us off shore, and as Captain Huntly has hoisted both main and top sails, the northerly breeze drives the Chancellor briskly across the bay. Fort Sumter ere long is doubled, the sweeping batteries of the mainland on our left are soon passed, and by four o'clock the rapid current of the ebbing tide has carried us through the harbor mouth.
The Underground City
The engineer's curiosity was excited to the highest pitch. It never occurred to him to doubt whether this letter might not be a hoax. For many years he had known Simon Ford, one of the former foremen of the Aberfoyle mines, of which he, James Starr, had for twenty years, been the manager, or, as he would be termed in English coal-mines, the viewer.
Master of the World
In brief was not this the site of an ancient volcano, one which had slept through ages, but whose inner fires might yet reawake? Might not the Great Eyrie reproduce in its neighborhood the violence of Mount Krakatoa or the terrible disaster of Mont Pelee? If there were indeed a central lake, was there not danger that its waters, penetrating the strata beneath, would be turned to steam by the volcanic fires and tear their way forth in a tremendous explosion, deluging the fair plains of Carolina with an
eruption such as that of 1902 in Martinique?
The Blockade Runners
In fact, when the water was calm, the moment the ebb-tide set in, the workmen began to operate. Their mallets kept perfect time falling on the wedges meant to raise the ship's keel: soon a shudder ran through the whole of her massive structure; although she had only been slightly raised, one could see that she shook, and then gradually began to glide down the well greased wedges,
Eight Hundred Leagues on the Amazon
In 1852, the year in which our story opens, there were still slaves in Brazil, and as a natural consequence, captains of the woods to pursue them. For certain reasons of political economy the hour of general emancipation had been delayed
Robur the Conqueror
Never had the sky been so much looked at since the appearance of man on the terrestrial globe. The night before an aerial trumpet had blared its brazen notes through space immediately over that part of Canada between Lake Ontario and Lake Erie. Some people had heard those notes as "Yankee Doodle," others had heard them as "Rule Britannia,"
Five Weeks in a Balloon
And there were present, also, those fearless travellers and explorers whose energetic temperaments had borne them through every quarter of the globe, many of them grown old and worn out in the service of science.
An Antarctic Mystery by Jules Verne
The Fur Country Seventy Degrees North Latitude
Dick Sands the Boy Captain
An Express of the Future by Jules Verne
The Field of Ice
An Antarctic Mystery also called The Sphinx Of The Ice Fields
The Adventures of a Special Correspondent Among The Various Races And Countries Of Central Asia
Dr Trifulgas A Fantastic Tale
Topsy-Turvy
Facing the Flag
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Stanley G. Weinbaum
The Worlds Of If by Stanley G. Weinbaum
So I rushed back to my taxi and we spun off to the third level and sped across the Staten Bridge like a comet treading a steel rainbow. I had to be in Moscow by evening, by eight o'clock in fact, for the
opening of bids on the Ural Tunnel.
The Ideal by Stanley G. Weinbaum
"Iron without, skill within, my son," said Roger Bacon. "It will speak, at the proper time and in its own manner, for so have I made it.
Shifting Seas by Stanley G. Weinbaum
he was among the half dozen that survived. At the time, he was completely unaware of the extent of the disaster, although
it looked bad enough to him in all truth!
The Point Of View by Stanley G. Weinbaum
I knew the eccentric genius of old from the days when I had been Dixon Wells, undergraduate student of engineering,
and had taken a course in Newer Physics
Dawn Of Flame by Stanley G. Weinbaum
The mountain people still sought out the place for squared stones to use in building, but the tough metal of the steel
road itself was too stubborn for their use, and the rails had rusted
quietly these three hundred years.
A Martian Odyssey by Stanley G. Weinbaum
"Air you can breathe!" he exulted. "It feels as thick as soup after the thin stuff out there!" He nodded at the Martian landscape stretching flat and desolate in the light of the nearer moon, beyond the glass of the port.
Parasite Planet by Stanley G. Weinbaum
On Venus, as is now well known, the seasons occur alternately in opposite hemispheres, as on the Earth, but with a very important difference. Here, when North America and Europe swelter in summer, it is winter in Australia and Cape Colony and Argentina.
The Lotus Eaters by Stanley G. Weinbaum
He cut the blast to the underjets, and the rocket settled down gently on a cushion of flame toward the black landscape below. Slowly, carefully, he dropped the unwieldy mechanism until there was the faintest perceptible jar
The Circle of Zero by Stanley G. Weinbaum
I remember the evening he broached the subject of the Circle of Zero. It was a rainy, blustering fall night and his beard waggled in the dim lamplight like a wisp of grey mist. Yvonne and I had been staying in evenings of late.
Proteus Island by Stanley G. Weinbaum
The stone tore through leaves and creepers, and the gentle crash died into motionless silence. Or not entirely motionless; for a moment something dark and tiny fluttered there, and then soared briefly into black silhouette against the sky.
The Adaptive Ultimate by Stanley G. Weinbaum
"Then," flashed the other, "I began to look for the most adaptive of living organisms. And what are they? Insects! Insects, of course. Cut off a wing, and it grows back. Cut off a head, stick it to the headless body of another of the same species, and that grows back on. And what's the secret of their great adaptability?"
The Brink of Infinity by Stanley G. Weinbaum
"Of course—of course! I don't doubt your practical ability. Are you, however, well versed in the more abstract branches—the theory of numbers, for instance, or the hyper-spatial mathematics?"
H. G. Wells
Twelve Stories And A Dream
In truth the mastery of flying was the work of thousands of men--this man a suggestion and that an experiment, until at last only
one vigorous intellectual effort was needed to finish the work.
The First Men In The Moon
As I sit down to write here amidst the shadows of vine-leaves under the
blue sky of southern Italy, it comes to me with a certain quality of
astonishment that my participation in these amazing adventures of Mr.
Cavor was, after all, the outcome of the purest accident. It might have
been any one.
The Door In The Wall And Other Stories
One confidential evening, not three months ago, Lionel Wallace told
me this story of the Door in the Wall. And at the time I thought
that so far as he was concerned it was a true story.
He told it me with such a direct simplicity of conviction that
I could not do otherwise than believe in him. But in the morning,
in my own flat, I woke to a different atmosphere
The Time Machine
The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of
him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles
that flashed and passed in our glasses.
Ann Veronica, A Modern Love Story
She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher's shop that led to the field path to her home. Outside the post-office stood a no-hatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter.
God, The Invisible King
The modern religious man will almost certainly profess a kind of universalism; he will assert that whensoever men have called upon any God and have found fellowship and comfort and courage and that sense of God within them, that inner light which is the quintessence of the religious experience, it was the True God that answered them.
The Island of Doctor Moreau
IN the early morning (it was the second morning after my recovery, and I believe the fourth after I was picked up), I awoke through an avenue of tumultuous dreams,--dreams of guns and howling mobs,--and became sensible of a hoarse shouting above me. I rubbed my eyes and lay listening to the noise, doubtful for a little while of my whereabouts. Then came a sudden pattering of bare feet, the sound of heavy objects being thrown about, a violent creaking and the rattling of chains.
The Research Magnificent
It was traceably germinating in the schoolboy; it was manifestly present in his mind at the very last moment of his
adventurous life. He belonged to that fortunate minority who are
independent of daily necessities, so that he was free to go about
the world under its direction. It led him far. It led him into
situations that bordered upon the fantastic, it made him ridiculous,
it came near to making him sublime. And this idea of his was of
such a nature that in several aspects he could document it. Its
logic forced him to introspection and to the making of a record.
Secret Places of the Heart
The maid was a young woman of great natural calmness; she was accustomed to let in visitors who had this air of being annoyed and finding one umbrella too numerous for them. It mattered nothing to her that the gentleman was asking for Dr. Martineau as if he was asking for something with an unpleasant taste. Almost imperceptibly she relieved him of his umbrella and juggled his hat and coat on to a massive mahogany stand.
Soul of a Bishop
IT was only in the last few years that the bishop had experienced these nervous and mental crises. He was a belated
doubter. Whatever questionings had marked his intellectual
adolescence had either been very slight or had been too
adequately answered to leave any serious scars upon his convictions.
The New Machiavelli
Since I came to this place I have been very restless, wasting my energies in the futile beginning of ill-conceived books. One does not settle down very readily at two and forty to a new way of living, and I have found myself with the teeming interests of the life I have abandoned still buzzing like a swarm of homeless bees in my head. My mind has been full of confused protests and justifications.
Tono Bungay
Most people in this world seem to live "in character"; they have
a beginning, a middle and an end, and the three are congruous one
with another and true to the rules of their type. You can speak
of them as being of this sort of people or that. They are, as
theatrical people say, no more (and no less) than "character
actors." They have a class, they have a place, they know what is
becoming in them and what is due to them, and their proper size
of tombstone tells at last how properly they have played the
part. But there is also another kind of life that is not so much
living as a miscellaneous tasting of life.
The War in the Air
"You'd hardly think it could keep on," said Mr. Tom Smallways.
It was along before the War in the Air began that Mr. Smallways
made this remark. He as sitting on the fence at the end of his
garden and surveying the great Bun Hill gas-works with an eye
that neither praised nor blamed. Above the clustering gasometers
three unfamiliar shapes appeared, thin, wallowing bladders that
flapped and rolled about, and grew bigger and bigger and rounder
and rounder--balloons in course of inflation for the South of
England Aero Club's Saturday-afternoon ascent.
The War of the Worlds
The planet Mars, I scarcely need remind the reader, revolves about the sun at a mean distance of 140,000,000 miles,
and the light and heat it receives from the sun is barely half
of that received by this world. It must be, if the nebular
hypothesis has any truth, older than our world; and long
before this earth ceased to be molten, life upon its surface
must have begun its course. The fact that it is scarcely
one seventh of the volume of the earth must have accelerated
its cooling to the temperature at which life could begin. It
has air and water and all that is necessary for the support of animated existence.
Wheels of Chance, a Bicycling Idyll
Only those who toil six long days out of the seven, and all the year round, save for one brief glorious fortnight or ten days in the summer time, know the exquisite sensations of the First Holiday Morning. All the dreary, uninteresting routine drops from you suddenly, your chains fall about your feet. All at once you are Lord of yourself, Lord of every hour in the long, vacant day; you may go where you please, call none Sir or Madame, have a lappel free of pins, doff your black morning coat, and wear the colour of your heart, and be a Man.
When the Sleeper Wakes
One afternoon, at low water, Mr. Isbister, a young
artist lodging at Boscastle, walked from that place to the picturesque cove of Pentargen, desiring to examine the caves there. Halfway down the precipitous path to the Pentargen beach he came suddenly upon a man sitting in an attitude of profound distress beneath a projecting mass of rock. The hands of this man hung limply over his knees, his eyes were red and staring before him, and his face was wet with tears.
The World Set Free
he problem which was already being mooted by such scientific men
as Ramsay, Rutherford, and Soddy, in the very beginning of the
twentieth century, the problem of inducing radio-activity in the
heavier elements and so tapping the internal energy of atoms, was
solved by a wonderful combination of induction, intuition, and
luck by Holsten so soon as the year 1933. From the first
detection of radio-activity to its first subjugation to human
purpose measured little more than a quarter of a century. For
twenty years after that, indeed, minor difficulties prevented any
striking practical application of his success, but the essential
thing was done, this new boundary in the march of human progress
was crossed, in that year.
Invisible Man
He turned his head and looked at her over his shoulder. "I prefer to keep them on," he said with emphasis, and she noticed that he wore big blue spectacles with side-lights and had a bushy side-whisker over his coat-collar that completely hid his face.
The Chronic Argonauts
About half-a-mile outside the village of Llyddwdd by the road that goes up over the eastern flank of the mountain called Pen-y-pwll to Rwstog is a large farm-building known as the Manse.
The Diamond Maker
Some business had detained me in Chancery Lane nine in the evening, and thereafter, having some inkling of a headache, I was disinclined either for entertainment or further work. So much of the sky as the high cliffs of that narrow canon of traffic left visible spoke of a serene night
The Autocracy of Mr. Parham by H. G. Wells
There is nothing like men who are not at their ease, for listening, and Mr. Parham, who was born well-informed, just let himself go. He said things about Botticelli that a more mercenary man might have made into a little book and got forty or fifty pounds for.
The Croquet Player by H. G. Wells
"Exactly what I want to do. I came over here to stop thinking--and forget. And I can't." His voice, which to begin with was clear and distinct, rose to an angry note. "Some of these books bore--some irritate. Some even remind me of just what I am trying to forget."
The Queer Story of Brownlow's Newspaper by H. G. Wells
It was different in appearance from an ordinary newspaper, but not so different as not to be recognizable as a newspaper, and he was surprised, he says, not to have observed it before. It was enclosed in a wrapper of pale green, but it was unstamped; apparently it had been delivered not by the postman,
The New World Order by H. G. Wells
This great debate upon the reconstruction of the world is a thing more important and urgent than the war, and there exist no adequate media for the utterance and criticism and correction of any broad general convictions.
The Pearl of Love by H. G. Wells
For by this time he was no longer the graceful youth who had loved the girl queen. He was now a man, grave and intent, wholly set upon the building of the Pearl of Love.
The Grisly Folk by H. G. Wells
Scientific authorities already distinguish four species of these pseudo-men, and it is probable that we shall learn from time to time of other species.
Russia in the Shadows by H. G. Wells
As a matter of fact, the harsh and terrible realities of the situation in Russia cannot be camouflaged. In the case of special delegations, perhaps, a certain distracting tumult of receptions, bands, and speeches may be possible, and may be attempted.
Mr. Britling Sees It Through
It was the sixth day of Mr. Direck's first visit to England, and he
was at his acutest perception of differences. He found England in every
way gratifying and satisfactory, and more of a contrast with things
American than he had ever dared to hope.
The Remarkable Case Of Davidson's Eyes
The transitory mental aberration of Sidney Davidson, remarkable enough in itself, is still more remarkable if Wade's explanation is to be credited.
Mr. Brisher's Treasure
I surveyed the flushed countenance, the equatorial expansion,
the masterly carelessness of his attire, and heaved a sigh to think
that by reason of the unworthiness of women he must needs be the last of his race.
The Star
Ogilvy had already called
attention to a suspected retardation in its velocity in December. Such
a piece of news was scarcely calculated to interest a world the greater
portion of whose inhabitants were unaware of the existence of the planet Neptune
The Stolen Body
Mr. Bessel was the senior partner in the firm of Bessel, Hart, and Brown, of St. Paul's Churchyard, and for many years he was
well known among those interested in psychical research as a
liberal-minded and conscientious investigator.
The Stolen Bacillus
'This again,' said the Bacteriologist, slipping a glass slide under the microscope, 'is a preparation of the celebrated Bacillus of cholera -- the cholera germ.'
Mr. Skelmersdale In Fairyland
Afterwards, later in the summer, an urgent desire to seclude myself,
while finishing my chapter on Spiritual Pathology -- it was really,
I believe, stiffer to write than it is to read -- took me to Bignor.
I lodged at a farmhouse, and presently found myself outside that
little general shop again, in search of tobacco. "Skelmersdale,"
said I to myself at the sight of it, and went in.
The Sea-Raiders
Until the extraordinary affair at Sidmouth, the peculiar species Haploteuthis ferox was known to science only
generically, on the strength of a half-digested tentacle obtained near
the Azores, and a decaying body pecked by birds and nibbled by fish,
found early in 1896 by Mr Jennings, near Land's End.
The Stolen Bacillus and Other Incidents
The buying of orchids always has in it a certain speculative
flavour. You have before you the brown shrivelled lump of tissue, and
for the rest you must trust your judgment, or the auctioneer, or your
good-luck, as your taste may incline.
The Reign Of Uya The Lion
THE old lion was in luck. The tribe had a certain pride in their ruler, but that was all the satisfaction the got out of it. He came the very night that Ugh-lomi killed Uya the Cunning, and so it was they
named him Uya.
Miss Winchelsea's Heart
Miss Winchelsea was going to Rome. The matter had filled her mind for a month or more, and had overflowed so abundantly into her conversation that quite a number of people who were not going to Rome,
and who were not likely to go to Rome
The Valley Of Spiders
Towards mid-day the three pursuers came abruptly round a bend in
the torrent bed upon the sight of a very broad and spacious valley. The difficult and winding trench of pebbles along which they had tracked the fugitives for so long
The New Accelerator
Certainly, if ever a man found a guinea when he was looking for a pin it is my good friend Professor Gibberne. I have heard before of investigators overshooting the mark, but never quite to the extent
that he has done.
Men Like Gods
But how is a man to go away for a holiday without his wife getting wind of it? Somehow a bag must be packed and smuggled out of the house....
What Are We To Do With Our Lives?
The world is undergoing immense changes. Never before have the conditions of life changed so swiftly and enormously as they have changed for mankind in the last fifty years.
Fred M. White
The Mystery of the Four Fingers by Fred M. White
The beautifully decorated saloon had a sprinkling of well-dressed men and women already dining decorously there. Everything was decorous about the Great Empire Hotel. No thought had been spared in the effort to keep the place quiet and select.
The Crimson Blind by Fred M. White
David Steel dropped his eyes from the mirror and shuddered as a man who sees his own soul bared for the first time. And yet the mirror was in itself a thing of artistic beauty--engraved Florentine glass in a frame of deep old Flemish oak.
A Bubble Burst Fred M. White
The Dust of Death Fred M. White
The Four Days' Night Fred M. White
The Four White Days Fred M. White
The Invisible Force Fred M. White
The River of Death Fred M. White
Philip Wylie
Gladiator by Philip Wylie
I
came in to feed him just a minute ago. He was lying in his crib. I
tried to—to hug him and he put his arms out. As God lives, I could not
pull that baby to me! He was too strong, Abednego! Too strong.
After Worlds Collide by Edwin Balmer and Philip Wylie
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When Worlds Collide by Edwin Balmer and Philip Wylie
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John Wyndham
Consider Her Ways by John Wyndham
I became aware that there was a
force: that I was being moved, and that spacelessness had, therefore, ceased, too.
Stowaway to Mars by John Wyndham
For a moment he paused on the threshold, looking at the structure in the centre of the floor. He wondered vaguely how they were getting on with it. Mighty long job, building a thing like that. It hadn't looked any different for months, as far as he could see.
The Midwich Cuckoos by John Wyndham
The Day of The Triffids by John Wyndham
The Chrysalids by John Wyndham
When I was quite small I would sometimes dream of a city -- which was strange because it began before I even knew what a city was. But this city, clustered on the curve of a big blue bay, would come into my mind. I could see the streets, and the buildings that lined them, the waterfront, even boats in the harbour; yet, waking, I had never seen the sea, or a boat. ...
Chocky by John Wyndham
'I want to talk to you because I shall not come back again after this. You will be glad to hear this: the other part of his parent, I mean Matthew, I mean your wife, will be gladder because it is afraid of me
The Stare by John Wyndham
"It's not," he said, "the plain, straight-in-the-face stare which troubles me as much as the oblique method
More Spinned Against by John Wyndham
Hobbies are convenient in the child, but an irritant in the adult; which is why women are careful never to have them, but simply to be interested in this or that.
Arthur Leo Zagat
Tomorrow by Arthur Leo Zagat
Seven Out of Time by Arthur Leo Zagat
Children of Tomorrow by Arthur Leo Zagat
The Lanson Screen by Arthur Leo Zagat
Roger Zelazny
King Solomon's Ring by Roger Zelazny
King Solomon had a ring, and so did the guy I have to tell you about. Solomon's was a big iron thing with a pentagram for a face, but Billy Scarle's was invisible because he wore it around his mind.
The Man Who Loved the Faioli by Roger Zelazny
seated on a rock, her wings of light flickering, flickering, flickering and then gone, until it appeared that a human girl was sitting there, dressed all in white and weeping, with long black tresses coiled about her waist.
Auto-da-Fé by Roger Zelazny
Still do I remember that day, that day with its sun in the middle of the sky and the sign of Aries, burning in the blooming of the year. I recall the mincing steps of the pumpers, heads thrown back, arms waving, the white dazzles of their teeth framed with smiling lips
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