Essential Science Fiction Novels - Volume 4

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Griffith George Chetwynd. Essential Science Fiction Novels - Volume 4

Introduction. A new sort of magazine

Supernatural Science

We

Foreword

Record One

Record Two

Record Three

Record Four

Record Five

Record Six

Record Seven

Record Eight

Record Nine

Record Ten

Record Eleven

Record Twelve

Record Thirteen

Record Fourteen

Record Fifteen

Record Sixteen

Record Seventeen

Record Eighteen

Record Ninteen

Record Twenty

Record Twenty-One

Record Twenty-Two

Record Twenty-Three

Record Twenty-Four

Record Twenty-Five

Record Twenty-Six

Record Twenty Seven

Record Twenty Eight

Record Twenty Nine

Record Thirty

Record Thirty One

Record Thirty Two

Record Thirty Three

Record Thirty Four

Record Thirty Five

Record Thirty Six

Record Thirty Seven

Record Thirty Nine

Record Forty

The Last Man

Volume I. Introduction

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Volume II. I

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VIII

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Volume III. I

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VIII

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A Honeymoon in Space

Prologue

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Epilogue

The Temple of Fire

Preface

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Notes

The Invisible Man

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The Epilogue

The Authors

Notas

About the Publisher

Отрывок из книги

By Hugo Gernsback12

Another fiction magazine!

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She came nearer. She leaned gently against my shoulder; we became one. Something streamed from her into me. I felt, I knew, it should be so. Every fibre of my nervous system told me this, every hair on my head, every painfully sweet heartbeat. And what a joy it was to submit to what should be. A fragment of iron-ore probably feels the same joy of submission to precise, inevitable law, when it clings to a loadstone. The same joy is in a stone which thrown aloft, hesitates a little at the height of its flight and then rushes down to the ground. It is the same with a man when in his final convulsion he takes a last deep breath and dies.

I remember I smiled vaguely and said for no reason at all, “Fog ... very.”

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