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Frankenstein by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
The next morning I delivered my letters of introduction and paid a visit to some of the principal professors. Chance--or rather the evil influence, the Angel of Destruction, which asserted omnipotent sway over me from the moment I turned my reluctant steps from my father's door--led me first to M. Krempe, professor of natural philosophy.

When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard
No, I will make an exception, the East did interest me enormously. There it was, at Benares, that I came into touch with certain thinkers who opened my eyes to a great deal. They released some hidden spring in my nature which hitherto had always been striving to break through the crust of our conventions and inherited ideas. I know now that what I was seeking was nothing less than the Infinite;

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.

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

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
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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.

The Revolt of Man by Walter Besant
As girls at school, everybody had learned about the Great Transition, and the way in which the transfer of Power, which marked the last and greatest step of civilisation, had been brought about: the gradual substitution of women for men in the great offices; the spread of the new religion; the abolition of the monarchy; the introduction of pure theocracy, in which the ideal Perfect Woman took the place of a personal sovereign; the wise measures by which man's rough and rude strength was disciplined into obedience

Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne
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.

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.

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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The Purple Cloud by M. P. Shiel
Things which took place before the voyage seem to be getting a little cloudy in the memory now. I have sat here, in the loggia of this Cornish villa, to write down some sort of account of what has happened

The Pale Ape by M. P. Shiel
When I first entered it I was a girl, one might say -- gay enough; but now I have known what one never forgets; and the days and the hairs grow grey together.

Xelucha by M. P. Shiel
"Tombs, and worms, and epitaphs" -- that is my dream. At my age, with my physique, to walk staggery, like a man stricken! But all that will pass: I must collect myself -- my reason is debauched. Three days ago! it seems an age!

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.

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.

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?

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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;

Plague Ship by Andre Norton
Dane Thorson, Cargo-master-apprentice of the Solar Queen, Galactic Free Trader spacer, Terra registry, stood in the middle of the ship's cramped bather while Rip Shannon, assistant Astrogator and his senior in the Service of Trade by some four years, applied gobs of highly scented paste to the skin between Dane's rather prominent shoulder blades.

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.

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?"

The Moon Maid by Edgar Rice Burroughs
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 Works of Edgar Allan Poe Vol. IV
The Devil in the Belfry, Lionizing, X-ing a Paragrab, Metzengerstein, The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether, The Literary Life of Thingum Bob, Esq., How to Write a Blackwood article, A Predicament, Mystification, Diddling, The Angel of the Odd, Mellonia Tauta, The Duc de l'Omlette, The Oblong Box, Loss of Breath, The Man That Was Used Up, The Business Man, The Landscape Garden, Maelzel's Chess-Player, The Power of Words, The Colloquy of Monas and Una, The Conversation of Eiros and Charmion, Shadow.--A Parable
The first action of my life was the taking hold of my nose with both hands. My mother saw this and called me a genius: my father wept for joy and presented me with a treatise on Nosology. This I mastered before I was breeched.

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.

Invisible Man by H. G. Wells
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.

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.

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 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

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.

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

Lost on the Moon by Roy Rockwood

Under the Ocean to the South Pole by Roy Rockwood

Through Space to Mars by Roy Rockwood

see also Jules Verne
Burroughs
H.G.Wells

An Express of the Future by Jules Verne

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

An Antarctic Mystery by Jules Verne

An Express of the Future by Jules Verne

Many Dimensions Charles Williams

Darkness and Dawn George Allan England

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

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

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

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The learned men, 
that have fixed at several thousand years 
the life of this earth, 
have failed, 
throughout the long period of their observation, 
to consider either the number or 
the age of the other planets. 
Consider, moreover, the manifold divergencies 
that have resulted from the theories 
propounded by these men. 
Know thou that every fixed star 
hath its own planets, 
and every planet its own creatures, 
whose number no man can compute.

(Baha'u'llah, 1870s, Gleanings of the Writings of)


Guardians

Every day I move off this planet and glide
Sometimes above the misty home but at other times
Among the planets and moons of my souls
Hearing the music that is within me
Waiting to burst out when I learn
Lessons.

Learning means more than memory it means change
Making efforts to replace habits with obedience
Every event will be new as we approach the new worlds
Habits will not save us but only mind and spirit.
Listening.

Hearing the guiding voices as they speak to us
Saying you can not do this even though you made
Every plan to function in this one way but
No one foresaw these fresh events unfolding
As it does before our sensors and it can be
That you want to deny, but denial is death
Believe.

That tune is repeating again in your brain
Now think clearly. Is this not what we came here for?
We have been freed from habit and given a new life
Even imagination will not withstand these realities
A man in Persia anticipated a new man becoming whole
Messenger.

Shining Tune

I want to write the songs that lift the hearts
Music that makes the breath to stop and start
Deep it comes up as joy pushing out the tears
I want the songs that move lightly across waves
Then they dive deep to the root of lifes doors.

Words that stop us in the drug mart
To listen to the angels footsteps
A memory stirs and irritates the brain
Breaking forth into a bright shining tune.
(poem from Arthur Wendover, see heavenly poems)

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