The War of the Worlds - Chapter 27
THE EPILOGUE
COMING SOON!
The Wife by Anton Chekov
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Posted on 10 March '08 by wgb, under H.G. Wells. No Comments.
The War of the Worlds - Chapter 26
Wreckage: “My home was desolate. I perceived the folly of the faint hope I had cherished so long. And then a strange thing occurred. ‘It is no use,’ said a voice.”
Posted on 9 March '08 by wgb, under H.G. Wells. No Comments.
The War of the Worlds - Chapter 25
Dead London: “At any time the destruction that had already singed the northwestern borders of the metropolis,and had annihilated Ealing and Kilburn, might strike among these houses and leave them smoking ruins. It was a city condemned and derelict…”
Posted on 7 March '08 by wgb, under H.G. Wells. No Comments.
The War of the Worlds - Chapter 24
The Man on Putney Hill: “They kept on coming. These green stars–I’ve seen none these five or six days, bit I’ve no doubt they’re falling somewhere every night. Nothing’s to be done.We’re under! We’re beat!”
Posted on 6 March '08 by wgb, under H.G. Wells. No Comments.
The War of the Worlds - Chapter 23
The Work of Fifteen Days: The red weed had created the landscape, weird and lurid, of another planet.
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The War of the Worlds - Chapter 21
The Death of the Curate: “It happened while I hid in the coal cellar.”
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The War of the Worlds - Chapter 20
The Days of Imprisonment: “It was on the third day, if my memory serves me right, that I saw the lad killed.”
Posted on 22 February '08 by wgb, under H.G. Wells. No Comments.
