By: Arthur Conan Doyle

No sound has ever equalled the cry of the injured Earth.

By: James Branch Cabell

How Emperor Jurgen Fared Infernally

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

“I am about to try the effect of a vigorous stimulation.”

By: James Branch Cabell

Farewell to Chloris

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

It was a most extraordinary and terrifying sight.

By: James Branch Cabell

Sundry Devices of the Philistines

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

I took off every stitch of my clothes.

By: James Branch Cabell

The Fall of Pseudopolis

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

I gazed down into the dreadful abyss.

By: James Branch Cabell

Economics of King Jurgen

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

I was in a state of considerable nervous tension.

By: James Branch Cabell

Concerning Horvendile’s Nonsense

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

‘Let the knowledge lead us where it will!’

By: James Branch Cabell

Of Compromises in Leukê

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

‘You propose to sink a shaft through the earth’s crust?’