By: May Sinclair

She loved Stephen with her soul, in an unearthly way.

By: Perley Poore Sheehan and Robt. H. Davis

Come — to — my — iron — arms!

By: Perley Poore Sheehan and Robt. H. Davis

Are you not grateful to Science?

By: J.D. Beresford

We are rushing now to greet the stranger with a kiss of fire.

By: Perley Poore Sheehan and Robt. H. Davis

“Blessed — are — they — that — mourn.”

By: J.D. Beresford

“We are witnessing the failure of a negligible experiment.”

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.