Omnilingual
To translate writings, you need a key to the code — and if the last writer of Martian died forty thousand years before the first writer of Earth was born ... how could the Martian be translated?
The House On The Borderland
Right away in the west of Ireland lies a tiny hamlet called Kraighten. It is situated, alone, at the base of a low hill.
Some Seasons Later
I admit that even among amateurs this is rather small talk, but it brings me to this point: in the passage of water down a ravine of its own making,…
The Windows of Absolute Night
To most minds mystery is more fascinating than science. But when science itself leads straight up to the borders of mystery and there comes to a dead stop, saying, "At present I can no longer see my way,'' the force of the charm is redoubled.
First Days In The Eternal City
My strange, and perhaps whimsical, incognito proves useful to me in many ways that I never should have thought of.