By: George Schuyler

He was white now.

By: Algernon Blackwood

A wild bewilderment came on him.

By: George Schuyler

A huge arrow outlined in green with the words BLACK-NO-MORE…

By: Algernon Blackwood

He had witnessed an occurrence in four-dimensional space.

By: George Schuyler

The voice was Max Disher’s, but this man was white.

By: Algernon Blackwood

“But what would happen at night, then?”

By: George Schuyler

“Could one never escape the plagued race problem?”

By: Algernon Blackwood

Space, Time, Relativity, absorbed his entire thought.

By: Joseph Conrad and Ford M. Hueffer

“I move as I did in a world of … of the pictures of men.”

By: George Schuyler

“White at last!”

By: Christopher Blayre

“I wonder where her other hand was?”

By: Joseph Conrad and Ford M. Hueffer

They had no joy, these people who were to supersede us.

By: Christopher Blayre

“Is the replica-Aalila of sufficient substance to suffer physical hurt?”

By: Christopher Blayre

“After weeks of patient scratching I got Aalila’s face.”

By: Joseph Conrad and Ford M. Hueffer

Did she know; had she put the power in my hand?