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.

By: John Buchan

“Space is not an empty homogeneous medium…”

By: J. Schlossel

They came in countless hordes.

By: John Buchan

“I mean just empty, void, nothing but blank aether.”

By: J. Schlossel

It had not been blind chance that had steered this body toward the solar system.

By: John Buchan

“Wasn’t he some sort of mathematical professor?”

By: J. Schlossel

The suns grow old and die.

By: Lilith Lorraine

“The last stand of the old savage instincts…”