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Ella Higginson 2f3v
From the Land of the Snow-Pearls is a collection of short stories written by Ella Higginson.The Flower that Grew in the SandEsther’s “Fourth”The Blow-out at Jenkins’s GroceryThe Takin’ in of Old Mis’ LaneThe Maneuvering of Mrs. SybertA Point of Knuckling-DownThe Cuttin’-Out of Bart WinnZareldaIn the Bitter Root MountainsPatience Appleby’s Confessin.. 6w5w6r
Nathaniel Hawthorne 4l3654
In colonial days is a collection of short stories of colonial days written by Nathaniel Hawthorne, an American novelist, dark romantic, and short story writer. His works often focus on history, morality, and religion.The Province House is constructed of brick, which seems recently to have been overlaid with a coat of light-colored paint. A flight o..
Stephen Marlowe 1v4q6m
The frogs fell on him. They seemed to be concentrated most heavily in the center of the cone, and a good percentage of them landed on him—mostly on his head—and then bounced off to fall on the sand. George didn't like it.He moved. He got up off the sand and ran half a dozen paces closer to the surf, but he still felt the little red frogs striking h..
Poul Anderson 2nf5p
A face floated through the swirling mist. It was not human, but it was very beautiful, and it was blind. He looked away as it mouthed voiceless murmurs at him.Somewhere a crystal tree was chiming, a delicate pizzicato of glass-like leaves vibrating against each other. The man listened to it and to the low muttering of the earth, for those at least ..
Hal Annas 495k13
Cornith glanced round the large room. His brown eyes came to rest on a model of an early Martian rocket ship. He studied it for a space, mentally seeing its interior and its outmoded atomic drive. It reminded him that he should get back to the laboratory and check on those ray-collector tests. This business of dickering over specifications for a wi..
Henry Farrell 6c3529
The bombs ticked—in remote places—behind locked and guarded doors. The bombs ticked, and the terrible sound was distinct in the farthest corners of the world—wherever a man picked up a newspaper, turned on a radio—or paused to listen to the beating of his own heart. A Bomb ... H Bomb ... X Bomb—the bombs ticked louder and louder with the growing ho..
Randall Garrett z2e6j
Marten wasn't prepared for it when the alien tractor-beam grabbed his little ship. He had been in the Fourth Quadrant of Fless territory, threading an uneasy course through the extraterrestrials' home grounds, but he hadn't expected to be caught so suddenly or so hard. The ship stopped in mid-flight abruptly—so abruptly that Marten's head was slamm..
Richard Edward Connell m335v
Every night he conversed intimately with Napoleon; with Marat and his fellow revolutionists; with Carpentier and Cæsar; with Victor Hugo and Lloyd George; with Foch and with Bigarre, the Apache murderer whose unfortunate penchant for making ladies into curry led him to the guillotine; with Louis XVI and with Madame Lablanche, who poisoned eleven hu..