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The Science Fiction Collection. 15+ Sci-Fi Books:
Ray Bradbury The Monster Maker, Rocket Summer, Isaac Asimov Youth, E.M. Forster Machine Stops, Orwell 1984 and others
Contents:
Ray Bradbury A Little Journey
Ray Bradbury Zero Hour
Ray Bradbury Morgue Ship
Ray Bradbury Lazarus Come Forth
Ray Bradbury Jonah of the Jove-Run
Ray Bradbury Defense Mech
Ray Bradbury Rocket Summer
Ray Bradbury The Monster Maker
Ray Bradbury Asleep in Armageddon
Isaac Asimov Youth
E.M. Forster The Machine Stops
George Orwell Nineteen Eighty-Four
Robert Louis Stevenson The strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Arthur Machen The Great God Pan
Arthur Conan Doyle The Lost World
Edwin A. Abbott Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions
Jules Verne A Journey to the Interior of the Earth
H. G. Wells The Island of Doctor Moreau
H. G. Wells The Invisible Man
H. G. Wells Time Machine
H. G. Wells The War of the Worlds
Table of Contents
Ray Bradbury A LITTLE JOURNEY
ZERO HOUR
MORGUE SHIP
LAZARUS COME FORTH
JONAH OF THE JOVE-RUN
DEFENSE MECH
ROCKET SUMMER
THE MONSTER MAKER
ASLEEP IN ARMAGEDDON
Isaac Asimov YOUTH
E.M. Forster THE MACHINE STOPS I THE AIR-SHIP
II THE MENDING APPARATUS
III THE HOMELESS
George Orwell NINETEEN EIGHTY-FOUR Part One Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Part Two Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Part Three Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Robert Louis Stevenson THE STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE Story of the Door
Search for Mr. Hyde
Dr. Jekyll Was Quite at Ease
The Carew Murder Case
Incident of the Letter
Incident of Dr. Lanyon
Incident at the Window
The Last Night
Dr. Lanyon's Narrative
Henry Jekyll's Full Statement of the Case
Arthur Machen THE GREAT GOD PAN I. THE EXPERIMENT
II. MR. CLARKE'S MEMOIRS
III. THE CITY OF RESURRECTIONS
IV. THE DISCOVERY IN PAUL STREET
V. THE LETTER OF ADVICE
VI. THE SUICIDES
VII. THE ENCOUNTER IN SOHO
VIII. THE FRAGMENTS
Arthur Conan Doyle THE LOST WORLD Chapter I. „There Are Heroisms All Round Us“
Chapter II. „Try Your Luck with Professor Challenger“
Chapter III. „He is a Perfectly Impossible Person“
Chapter IV. "It's Just the very Biggest Thing in the World"
Chapter V. „Question!“
Chapter VI. „I was the Flail of the Lord“
Chapter VII. „To-morrow we Disappear into the Unknown“
Chapter VIII. „The Outlying Pickets of the New World“
Chapter IX. „Who could have Foreseen it?“
Chapter X. „The most Wonderful Things have Happened“
Chapter XI. „For once I was the Hero“
Chapter XII. „It was Dreadful in the Forest“
Chapter XIII. „A Sight which I shall Never Forget“
Chapter XIV. „Those Were the Real Conquests“
Chapter XV. „Our Eyes have seen Great Wonders“
Chapter XVI. „A Procession! A Procession!“
Edwin A. Abbott FLATLAND: A ROMANCE OF MANY DIMENSIONS PART I: THIS WORLD “Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.” Section 1. Of the Nature of Flatland
Section 2. Of the Climate and Houses in Flatland
Section 3. Concerning the Inhabitants of Flatland
Section 4. Concerning the Women
Section 5. Of our Methods of Recognizing one another
Section 6. Of Recognition by Sight
Section 7. Concerning Irregular Figures
Section 8. Of the Ancient Practice of Painting
Section 9. Of the Universal Colour Bill
Section 10. Of the Suppression of the Chromatic Sedition
Section 11. Concerning our Priests
Section 12. Of the Doctrine of our Priests
PART II: OTHER WORLDS “O brave new worlds, that have such people in them!” Section 13. How I had a Vision of Lineland
Section 14. How I vainly tried to explain the nature of Flatland
Section 15. Concerning a Stranger from Spaceland
Section 16. How the Stranger vainly endeavoured to reveal to me in words the mysteries of Spaceland
Section 17. How the Sphere, having in vain tried words, resorted to deeds
Section 18. How I came to Spaceland, and what I saw there
Section 19. How, though the Sphere shewed me other mysteries of Spaceland, I still desired more; and what came of it
Section 20. How the Sphere encouraged me in a Vision
Section 21. How I tried to teach the Theory of Three Dimensions to my Grandson, and with what success
Section 22. How I then tried to diffuse the Theory of Three Dimensions by other means, and of the result
Jules Verne A JOURNEY TO THE CENTRE OF THE EARTH PREFACE
CHAPTER I. THE PROFESSOR AND HIS FAMILY
CHAPTER II. A MYSTERY TO BE SOLVED AT ANY PRICE
CHAPTER III. THE RUNIC WRITING EXERCISES THE PROFESSOR
CHAPTER IV. THE ENEMY TO BE STARVED INTO SUBMISSION
CHAPTER V. FAMINE, THEN VICTORY, FOLLOWED BY DISMAY
CHAPTER VI. EXCITING DISCUSSIONS ABOUT AN UNPARALLELED ENTERPRISE
CHAPTER VII. A WOMAN'S COURAGE
CHAPTER VIII. SERIOUS PREPARATIONS FOR VERTICAL DESCENT
CHAPTER IX. ICELAND! BUT WHAT NEXT?
CHAPTER X. INTERESTING CONVERSATIONS WITH ICELANDIC SAVANTS
CHAPTER XI. A GUIDE FOUND TO THE CENTRE OF THE EARTH
CHAPTER XII. A BARREN LAND
CHAPTER XIII. HOSPITALITY UNDER THE ARCTIC CIRCLE
CHAPTER XIV. BUT ARCTICS CAN BE INHOSPITABLE, TOO
CHAPTER XV. SNÆFELL AT LAST
CHAPTER XVI. BOLDLY DOWN THE CRATER
CHAPTER XVII. VERTICAL DESCENT
CHAPTER XVIII. THE WONDERS OF TERRESTRIAL DEPTHS
CHAPTER XIX. GEOLOGICAL STUDIES IN SITU
CHAPTER XX. THE FIRST SIGNS OF DISTRESS
CHAPTER XXI. COMPASSION FUSES THE PROFESSOR'S HEART
CHAPTER XXII. TOTAL FAILURE OF WATER
CHAPTER XXIII. WATER DISCOVERED
CHAPTER XXIV. WELL SAID, OLD MOLE! CANST THOU WORK I' THE GROUND SO FAST?
CHAPTER XXV. DE PROFUNDIS
CHAPTER XXVI. THE WORST PERIL OF ALL
CHAPTER XXVII. LOST IN THE BOWELS OF THE EARTH
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE RESCUE IN THE WHISPERING GALLERY
CHAPTER XXIX. THALATTA! THALATTA!
CHAPTER XXX. A NEW MARE INTERNUM
CHAPTER XXXI. PREPARATIONS FOR A VOYAGE OF DISCOVERY
CHAPTER XXXII. WONDERS OF THE DEEP
CHAPTER XXXIII. A BATTLE OF MONSTERS
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE GREAT GEYSER
CHAPTER XXXV. AN ELECTRIC STORM
CHAPTER XXXVI. CALM PHILOSOPHIC DISCUSSIONS
CHAPTER XXXVII. THE LIEDENBROCK MUSEUM OF GEOLOGY
CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE PROFESSOR IN HIS CHAIR AGAIN
CHAPTER XXXIX. FOREST SCENERY ILLUMINATED BY ELECTRICITY
CHAPTER XL. PREPARATIONS FOR BLASTING A PASSAGE TO THE CENTRE OF THE EARTH
CHAPTER XLI. THE GREAT EXPLOSION AND THE RUSH DOWN BELOW
CHAPTER XLII. HEADLONG SPEED UPWARD THROUGH THE HORRORS OF DARKNESS
CHAPTER XLIII. SHOT OUT OF A VOLCANO AT LAST!
CHAPTER XLIV. SUNNY LANDS IN THE BLUE MEDITERRANEAN
CHAPTER XLV. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
H. G. Wells THE ISLAND OF DOCTOR MOREAU INTRODUCTION.
I. IN THE DINGEY OF THE “LADY VAIN.”
II. THE MAN WHO WAS GOING NOWHERE.
III. THE STRANGE FACE.
IV. AT THE SCHOONER'S RAIL.
V. THE MAN WHO HAD NOWHERE TO GO.
VI. THE EVIL-LOOKING BOATMEN.
VII. THE LOCKED DOOR.
VIII. THE CRYING OF THE PUMA.
IX. THE THING IN THE FOREST.
X. THE CRYING OF THE MAN.
XI. THE HUNTING OF THE MAN.
XII. THE SAYERS OF THE LAW.
XIII. A PARLEY.
XIV. DOCTOR MOREAU EXPLAINS.
XV. CONCERNING THE BEAST FOLK.
/> XVI. HOW THE BEAST FOLK TASTE BLOOD.
XVII. A CATASTROPHE.
XVIII. THE FINDING OF MOREAU.
XIX. MONTGOMERY'S “BANK HOLIDAY.”
XX. ALONE WITH THE BEAST FOLK.
XXI. THE REVERSION OF THE BEAST FOLK.
XXII. THE MAN ALONE.
THE INVISIBLE MAN CHAPTER I THE STRANGE MAN'S ARRIVAL
CHAPTER II MR. TEDDY HENFREY'S FIRST IMPRESSIONS
CHAPTER III THE THOUSAND AND ONE BOTTLES
CHAPTER IV MR. CUSS INTERVIEWS THE STRANGER
CHAPTER V THE BURGLARY AT THE VICARAGE
CHAPTER VI THE FURNITURE THAT WENT MAD
CHAPTER VII THE UNVEILING OF THE STRANGER
CHAPTER VIII IN TRANSIT
CHAPTER IX MR. THOMAS MARVEL
CHAPTER X MR. MARVEL'S VISIT TO IPING
CHAPTER XI IN THE "COACH AND HORSES"
CHAPTER XII THE INVISIBLE MAN LOSES HIS TEMPER
CHAPTER XIII MR. MARVEL DISCUSSES HIS RESIGNATION
CHAPTER XIV AT PORT STOWE
CHAPTER XV THE MAN WHO WAS RUNNING
CHAPTER XVI IN THE "JOLLY CRICKETERS"
CHAPTER XVII DR. KEMP'S VISITOR
CHAPTER XVIII THE INVISIBLE MAN SLEEPS
CHAPTER XIX CERTAIN FIRST PRINCIPLES
CHAPTER XX AT THE HOUSE IN GREAT PORTLAND STREET
CHAPTER XXI IN OXFORD STREET
CHAPTER XXII IN THE EMPORIUM
CHAPTER XXIII IN DRURY LANE
CHAPTER XXIV THE PLAN THAT FAILED
CHAPTER XXV THE HUNTING OF THE INVISIBLE MAN
CHAPTER XXVI THE WICKSTEED MURDER
CHAPTER XXVII THE SIEGE OF KEMP'S HOUSE
CHAPTER XXVIII THE HUNTER HUNTED
THE EPILOGUE
THE TIME MACHINE I
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VIII
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EPILOGUE
THE WAR OF THE WORLDS BOOK ONE THE COMING OF THE MARTIANS CHAPTER ONE THE EVE OF THE WAR
CHAPTER TWO THE FALLING STAR
CHAPTER THREE ON HORSELL COMMON
CHAPTER FOUR THE CYLINDER OPENS
CHAPTER FIVE THE HEAT-RAY
CHAPTER SIX THE HEAT-RAY IN THE CHOBHAM ROAD
CHAPTER SEVEN HOW I REACHED HOME
CHAPTER EIGHT FRIDAY NIGHT
CHAPTER NINE THE FIGHTING BEGINS
CHAPTER TEN IN THE STORM
CHAPTER ELEVEN AT THE WINDOW
CHAPTER TWELVE WHAT I SAW OF THE DESTRUCTION OF WEYBRIDGE AND SHEPPERTON
CHAPTER THIRTEEN HOW I FELL IN WITH THE CURATE
CHAPTER FOURTEEN IN LONDON
CHAPTER FIFTEEN WHAT HAD HAPPENED IN SURREY
CHAPTER SIXTEEN THE EXODUS FROM LONDON
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN THE "THUNDER CHILD"
BOOK TWO THE EARTH UNDER THE MARTIANS CHAPTER ONE UNDER FOOT
CHAPTER TWO WHAT WE SAW FROM THE RUINED HOUSE
CHAPTER THREE THE DAYS OF IMPRISONMENT
CHAPTER FOUR THE DEATH OF THE CURATE
CHAPTER FIVE THE STILLNESS
CHAPTER SIX THE WORK OF FIFTEEN DAYS
CHAPTER SEVEN THE MAN ON PUTNEY HILL
CHAPTER EIGHT DEAD LONDON
CHAPTER NINE WRECKAGE
CHAPTER TEN THE EPILOGUE
Ray Bradbury
A LITTLE JOURNEY
She'd paid good money to see the inevitable… and then had to work to make it happen!
There were two important things-one, that she was very old; two, that Mr. Thirkell was taking her to God. For hadn't he patted her hand and said: "Mrs. Bellowes, we'll take off into space in my rocket, and go to find Him together."
And that was how it was going to be. Oh, this wasn't like any other group Mrs. Bellowes had ever joined. In her fervor to light a path for her delicate, tottering feet, she had struck matches down dark alleys, and found her way to Hindu mystics who floated their flickering, starry eyelashes over crystal balls. She had walked on the meadow paths with ascetic Indian philosophers imported by daughters-in-spirit of Madame Blavatsky. She had made pilgrimages to California's stucco jungles to hunt the astrological seer in his natural habitat. She had even consented to signing away the rights to one of her homes in order to be taken into the shouting order of a temple of amazing evangelists who had promised her golden smoke, crystal fire, and the great soft hand of God coming to bear her home.
None of these people had ever shaken Mrs. Bellowes' faith, even when she saw them sirened away in a black wagon in the night, or discovered their pictures, bleak and unromantic, in the morning tabloids. The world had roughed them up and locked them away because they knew too much, that was all.
And then, two weeks ago, she had seen Mr. Thirkell's advertisement in New York City:
COME TO MARS!
Stay at the Thirkell Restorium for one week. And then, on into space on the greatest adventure life can offer!
Send for Free Pamphlet: "Nearer My God To Thee."
Excursion rates. Round trip slightly lower.
"Round trip," Mrs. Bellowes had thought. "But who would come back after seeing Him?"
And so she had bought a ticket and flown off to Mars and spent seven mild days at Mr. Thirkell's Restorium, the building with the sign on it which flashed: THIRKELL'S ROCKET TO HEAVEN! She had spent the week bathing in limpid waters and erasing the care from her tiny bones, and now she was fidgeting, ready to be loaded into Mr. Thirkell's own special private rocket, like a bullet, to be fired on out into space beyond Jupiter and Saturn and Pluto. And thus-who could deny it?-you would be getting nearer and nearer to the Lord. How wonderful! Couldn't you just feel Him drawing near? Couldn't you just sense His breath, His scrutiny, His Presence?
"Here I am," said Mrs. Bellowes, "an ancient rickety elevator, ready to go up the shaft. God need only press the button."
Now, on the seventh day, as she minced up the steps of the Restorium, a number of small doubts assailed her.
"For one thing," she said aloud to no one, "it isn't quite the land of milk and honey here on Mars that they said it would be. My room is like a cell, the swimming pool is really quite inadequate, and, besides, how many widows who look like mushrooms or skeletons want to swim? And, finally, the whole Restorium smells of boiled cabbage and tennis shoes!"
She opened the front door and let it slam, somewhat irritably.
She was amazed at the other women in the auditorium. It was like wandering in a carnival mirror-maze, coming again and again upon yourself-the same floury face, the same chicken hands, and jingling bracelets. One after another of the images of herself floated before her. She put out her hand, but it wasn't a mirror; it was another lady shaking her fingers and saying:
"We're waiting for Mr. Thirkell. Sh!"
"Ah," whispered everyone.
The velvet curtains parted.
Mr. Thirkell appeared, fantastically serene, his Egyptian eyes upon everyone. But there was something, nevertheless, in his appearance which made one expect him to call "Hi!" while fuzzy dogs jumped over his legs, through his hooped arms, and over his back. Then, dogs and all, he should dance with a dazzling piano-keyboard smile off into the wings.
Mrs. Bellowes, with a secret part of her mind which she constantly had to grip tightly, expected to hear a cheap Chinese gong sound when Mr. Thirkell entered. His large liquid dark eyes were so improbable that one of the old ladies had facetiously claimed she saw a mosquito cloud hovering over them as they did around summer rain-barrels. And Mrs. Bellowes sometimes caught the scent of the theatrical mothball and the smell of calliope steam on his sharply pressed suit.
But with the same savage rationalization that had greeted all other disappointments in her rickety life, she bit at the suspicion and whispered, "This time it's real. This time it'll work. Haven't we got a rocket?"
Mr. Thirkell bowed. He smiled a sudden Comedy Mask smile. The old ladies looked in at his epiglottis and sensed chaos there.
Before he even began to speak, Mrs. Bellowes saw him picking up each of his words, oiling it, making sure it ran smooth on its rails. Her heart squeezed in like a tiny fist, and she gritted her porcelain teeth.
"Friends," said Mr. Thirkell, and you could hear the frost snap in the hearts of the entire assemblage.
"No!" said Mrs. Bellowes ahead of time. She could hear the bad news rushing at her, and herself tied to the track while the immense black wheels threatened and the whistle screamed, helpless.
"There will be a slight delay," said Mr. Thirkell.