By: Francis Stevens

“Your strength is really almost limitless!”

By: Francis Stevens

“What are you all made of?” I gasped. “Cork?”

By: Francis Stevens

I picked him up from the ground as you would a kitten.

By: Francis Stevens

“I’m afraid I’ve spoiled your engine.”

By: Francis Stevens

And then, in my horror, I did a mad thing.

By: Francis Stevens

He was holding what looked like a peculiar piece of metal.

By: Francis Stevens

He seemed to be possessed of a great scorn for all doctors.

By: Francis Stevens

“Waves of whispering that washed all thought away…”