In the early haze of dawn the streets of Khoraja were thronged by crowds of people who watched the hosts riding from the southern gate. The army was on the move at last. There were the knights, gleaming in richly wrought plate-armor, colored plumes waving above their burnished sallets. Their… Continue Reading
The baying was silenced as soon as the airlock slid into place. Tara had brought the beagle puppy with her — all four pounds ten ounces of it. The cute squirming puppy was found on the Ridgemount outpost. Tara hadn’t even been looking for strays. She was only on the… Continue Reading
I was once told by a girlfriend that I was an “experience junkie, willing to try anything new because of the adrenaline rush I got from it.” I admit there’s truth to that. “You’re an addict to thrills,” she told me. My drug-of-choice wasn’t anything like the heroin I’d shot… Continue Reading
THE EPILOGUE So ends the story of the strange and evil experiments of the Invisible Man. And if you would learn more of him you must go to a little inn near Port Stowe and talk to the landlord. The sign of the inn is an empty board save for… Continue Reading
CHAPTER XI WITH DEJAH THORIS As we reached the open the two female guards who had been detailed to watch over Dejah Thoris hurried up and made as though to assume custody of her once more. The poor child shrank against me and I felt her two little hands fold… Continue Reading
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE HUNTER HUNTED Mr. Heelas, Mr. Kemp’s nearest neighbour among the villa holders, was asleep in his summer house when the siege of Kemp’s house began. Mr. Heelas was one of the sturdy minority who refused to believe “in all this nonsense” about an Invisible Man. His wife,… Continue Reading
CHAPTER X CHAMPION AND CHIEF Early the next morning I was astir. Considerable freedom was allowed me, as Sola had informed me that so long as I did not attempt to leave the city I was free to go and come as I pleased. She had warned me, however, against… Continue Reading
CHAPTER XXVII. THE SIEGE OF KEMP’S HOUSE Kemp read a strange missive, written in pencil on a greasy sheet of paper. “You have been amazingly energetic and clever,” this letter ran, “though what you stand to gain by it I cannot imagine. You are against me. For a whole day… Continue Reading
One hardened Spaghetti-O from last night’s dinner stuck to the underside of Ray Johnson’s soup spoon. He touched it with his tongue. It tasted like a Cheerio because he was eating Cheerios now, but it was a Spaghetti-O from last night. It made Ray think. One side of… Continue Reading
“Women and children first! Women and children first!” A brandy snifter in one hand, a cigar in the other, I am alone as I watch people rush about on deck from the comfort of my leather chair in the first-class smoking room. It’s past midnight, the lights flicker, but I… Continue Reading
