By: Irene Clyde

I had never learnt the art of fencing, but I was not unfamiliar with the feel of a sword.

By: Van Tassel Sutphen

Men had tamed the lightning and bade it speak their will.

By: Rudyard Kipling

‘What does all this lunacy of ours prove?’

By: Van Tassel Sutphen

“You are not of the children of the Doomsmen.”

By: Rudyard Kipling

‘She’s a woman — not a white mouse!’

By: Van Tassel Sutphen

At last he stood within Doom the Forbidden.

By: Irene Clyde

“Don’t you see that you’re defying every law of heredity?”

By: Rudyard Kipling

“She was saved by the knife at the proper time of tide.”

By: Irene Clyde

“Space is penetrated through and through by spirit.”

By: Van Tassel Sutphen

Even more precious than the pistol and binoculars were his books…

By: Rudyard Kipling

“She must have been caught on her ebb — an’ knocked over!”

By: Van Tassel Sutphen

Doomsman and Stockader were hardly to be told apart.

By: Irene Clyde

“You must tell me these secrets, Mêrê!”

By: Rudyard Kipling

The legitimate drama of cultures and radium emanations…

By: Van Tassel Sutphen

“And you have been in Doom — in the city itself?”