By: Perley Poore Sheehan and Robt. H. Davis

Little more than half a man.

By: J.D. Beresford

The stranger’s mass had begun to affect the tides…

By: Perley Poore Sheehan and Robt. H. Davis

A telephonic ear, a telescopic eye!

By: J.D. Beresford

This new star differed from those other novæ…

By: Perley Poore Sheehan and Robt. H. Davis

Something of a shock — to civilisation!

By: John Buchan

Space a domain of endless corridors and Presences moving in them!

By: Perley Poore Sheehan and Robt. H. Davis

No longer a bungling, mortal man — but a beautiful, efficient machine!

By: John Buchan

“I am getting near the Abomination of the Desolation.”

By: Perley Poore Sheehan and Robt. H. Davis

He is fifty per cent. human and fifty per cent. machine.

By: John Buchan

“There’s a queer performance going on in the other world.”

By: J. Schlossel

The surface of the Moon became partially incandescent.

By: John Buchan

The forms played their game independent of our kind of reality.

By: J. Schlossel

They were massing for one supreme attack.

By: John Buchan

“He tried to show me what he called the ‘involution of Space.'”

By: J. Schlossel

Once more the invaders stormed Titan.