By: A. Merritt

We were racing, dropping, hurling at a frightful speed — where?

By: A. Merritt

I stretched out a shaking hand and touched the surface of the slab.

By: E. Nesbit

It was like one of those nightmares wherein one runs for ever.

By: A. Merritt

“I am a seeker, observer, analyst, and synthesist of facts.”

By: E. Nesbit

Their pale, degenerate faces spun and swung round him.

By: A. Merritt

“We follow the sparkling devil that came down from the moon.”

By: A. Merritt

“Twice have I heard the banshee calling…”

By: Frank L. Pollock

“I have never lived.”

By: A. Merritt

“The sparkling devil took them!”

By: A. Merritt

“Out from the Inexplicable swept a shining spiral.”

By: Frank L. Pollock

“I think it’s only beginning.”

By: A. Merritt

Ecstasy insupportable and horror unimaginable!

By: A. Merritt

“It knows you are here. It waits!”

By: Frank L. Pollock

It was the city’s last and useless attempt at resistance.

By: A. Merritt

“Their beliefs are gloomy, these Ponapeans.”