By: E.M. Forster

A worm, a long white worm, had crawled out of the shaft.

By: James Branch Cabell

Shortcomings of Prince Jurgen

By: John Buchan

In the cave it was always a dusky twilight.

By: E.M. Forster

“My respirator had flown goodness knows where.”

By: James Branch Cabell

As to a Veil They Broke

By: John Buchan

“What guid can man dae?”

By: E.M. Forster

I said to myself, “Man is the measure.”

By: James Branch Cabell

How Anaïtis Voyaged

By: John Buchan

I remembered my mission and my fate.

By: E.M. Forster

“No ideas here.”

By: James Branch Cabell

Efficacy of Prayer

By: John Buchan

“You are a coward,” said my conscience.

By: E.M. Forster

Rooms, tier below tier, reaching far into the earth.

By: James Branch Cabell

The Brown Man with Queer Feet

By: John Buchan

The world seemed full of spies.