By: A. Merritt

Abruptly the tortured crystal chimings ceased.

By: H.G. Wells

“Whit, whit, whit,” sang something in the air.

By: A. Merritt

“Lugur is mine! None but me slays him!”

By: H.G. Wells

“Louts,” he whispered. “Cunning, elementary louts.”

By: A. Merritt

“Your Love; Your Lives; Your Souls!”

By: H.G. Wells

“What would you do if you were the enemy?”

By: A. Merritt

“You forget that the nobles will have the Keth…”

By: A. Merritt

“But still the tides swept higher; still dwindled the land!”

By: Booth Tarkington

“You shall not wear veils,” they said.

By: A. Merritt

“There is an energy beyond and above ether.”

By: Booth Tarkington

“We are merely reclaiming our rights.”

By: Booth Tarkington

A very ancient look, one might call it.

By: A. Merritt

We were shadows — and yet we had substance.

By: Booth Tarkington

You are probably unaware of the occult tales of Atlantis.

By: A. Merritt

In her blind rage she forgot to cast the occulting veil.