The War of the Worlds - H.G Wells
The War of the Worlds - H.G Wells
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H.G Wells
THE EVE OF THE WAR
The planet Mars, I scarcely need remind the reader, revolves about the sun at a mean distance of 140,000,000 miles, and the light and heat it receives from the sun is barely half of that received by this world.
10 mins
THE FALLING STAR
Then came the night of the first falling star.
6 mins
ON HORSELL COMMON
I found a little crowd of perhaps twenty people surrounding the huge hole in which the cylinder lay.
5 mins
THE CYLINDER OPENS
When I returned to the common the sun was setting. Scattered groups were hurrying from the direction of Woking, and one or two persons were returning.
6 mins
THE HEAT-RAY
After the glimpse I had had of the Martians emerging from the cylinder in which they had come to the earth from their planet, a kind of fascination1 paralysed my actions. I remained standing knee-deep in the heather, staring at the mound that hid them. I was a battleground of fear and curiosity.
7 mins
THE HEAT-RAY IN THE CHOBHAM ROAD
It is still a matter of wonder how the Martians are able to slay men so swiftly and so silently. Many think that in some way they are able to generate an intense heat in a chamber of practically absolute nonconductivity.
4 mins
HOW I REACHED HOME
My terror had fallen from me like a garment.
6 mins
FRIDAY NIGHT
All over the district people were dining and supping; working men were gardening after the labours of the day, children were being put to bed, young people were wandering through the lanes love-making, students sat over their books.
5 mins
THE FIGHTING BEGINS
Saturday lives in my memory as a day of suspense. It was a day of lassitude1 too, hot and close, with, I am told, a rapidly fluctuating barometer.
10 mins
IN THE STORM
Leatherhead is about twelve miles from Maybury Hill.
10 mins
AT THE WINDOW
I have already said that my storms of emotion have a trick of exhausting themselves.
9 mins
WHAT I SAW OF THE DESTRUCTION OF WEYBRIDGE AND SHEPPERTON
As the dawn grew brighter we withdrew from the window from which we had watched the Martians, and went very quietly downstairs.
10+ mins
HOW I FELL IN WITH THE CURATE
After getting this sudden lesson in the power of terrestrial weapons, the Martians retreated to their original position upon Horsell Common; and in their haste, and encumbered with the debris1 of their smashed companion, they no doubt overlooked many such a stray and negligible victim as myself.
8 mins
IN LONDON
My younger brother was in London when the Martians fell at Woking.
10+ mins
WHAT HAD HAPPENED IN SURREY
It was this howling and firing of the guns at Ripley and St. George’s Hill that we had heard at Upper Halliford.
10+ mins
THE EXODUS FROM LONDON
All the railway lines north of the Thames and the South-Eastern people at Cannon Street had been warned by midnight on Sunday, and trains were being filled.
10+ mins
THE “THUNDER CHILD”
Had the Martians aimed only at destruction, they might on Monday have annihilated1 the entire population of London, as it spread itself slowly through the home counties.
10+ mins
UNDER FOOT
In the first book I have wandered so much from my own adventures to tell of the experiences of my brother that all through the last two chapters I and the curate have been lurking1 in the empty house at Halliford whither we fled to escape the Black Smoke.
10+ mins
WHAT WE SAW FROM THE RUINED HOUSE
After eating we crept back to the scullery, and there I must have dozed again, for when presently I looked round I was alone.
10+ mins
THE DAYS OF IMPRISONMENT
The arrival of a second fighting-machine drove us from our peephole into the scullery1, for we feared that from his elevation the Martian might see down upon us behind our barrier.
9 mins
THE DEATH OF THE CURATE
It was on the sixth day of our imprisonment that I peeped for the last time, and presently found myself alone. Instead of keeping close to me and trying to oust me from the slit, the curate had gone back into the scullery.
7 mins
THE STILLNESS
My first act before I went into the pantry was to fasten the door between the kitchen and the scullery. But the pantry was empty; every scrap of food had gone..
5 mins
THE WORK OF FIFTEEN DAYS
For some time I stood tottering on the mound regardless of my safety. Within that noisome den from which I had emerged I had thought with a narrow intensity only of our immediate security.
6 mins
THE MAN ON PUTNEY HILL
I spent that night in the inn that stands at the top of Putney Hill, sleeping in a made bed for the first time since my flight to Leatherhead.
10+ mins
DEAD LONDON
After I had parted from the artilleryman, I went down the hill, and by the High Street across the bridge to Fulham.
10+ mins
WRECKAGE
And now comes the strangest thing in my story. Yet, perhaps, it is not altogether strange. I remember, clearly and coldly and vividly1, all that I did that day until the time that I stood weeping and praising God upon the summit of Primrose Hill. And then I forget.
8 mins
The War of the Worlds Magazine Description:
Verlag: V&S Publishers
Kategorie: Fiction
Sprache: English
Häufigkeit: Books
The War of the Worlds is a novel that describes the Martian invasion on London in the nineteenth century. The story begins one evening after a cylinder is found on Horsell Common in London. The people approach the object and are instantly killed by a heat-ray. A frightening invader emerges from the cylinder. When the powerful Martians build extremely large killing machines that destroy everything with gas burning rays, mankind is on the brink of extinction. They gorge on the blood of humans kept alive inside their machines. The War of the Worlds is described by a protagonist from Surrey who lives through the invasion of southern England. The container which drops from the sky suddenly and lands near the narrator's home has an alien with grey skin and large eyes and tentacles. As more containers drop, a human delegation forms and approaches the Martians with white flags of peace, but the Martians kill them immediately. As the British military arrives, the humans of southern England engage into a war and stop the Martians from assembling their unknown machinery. The military cannot face the Martians and their technology.
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