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The War of the Worlds
Metal cylinders land in the English countryside and start burning towns. Ordinary people grab what they can and run. Heat-rays and black smoke move toward London, and nobody in charge has a plan that works.
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- Chapter 1 · The War of the Worlds
- Chapter 2 · It is possible that the infusoria under the…
- Chapter 3 · I never dreamed of it then as I watched; no…
- Chapter 4 · It was such a gradual movement that he…
- Chapter 5 · A large portion of the cylinder had been…
- Chapter 6 · Once a leash of thin black whips, like the…
- Chapter 7 · But no one has absolutely proved these…
- Chapter 8 · I felt foolish and angry. I tried and found…
- Chapter 9 · The fever of war that would presently clog…
- Chapter 10 · One of our chimneys cracked as if a shot had…
- Chapter 11 · Then I heard midnight pealing out from…
- Chapter 12 · I made my way by the police station and the…
- Chapter 13 · In a few minutes there was, so far as the…
- Chapter 14 · Hundred feet high. Three legs and a body…
- Chapter 15 · D’yer see them? Yonder!” Quickly, one after…
- Chapter 16 · The houses caved in as they dissolved at its…
- Chapter 17 · Everything gone—everything destroyed. The…
- Chapter 18 · The Sunday papers printed separate editions…
- Chapter 19 · , my brother saw some of the fugitives from…
- Chapter 20 · It is impossible to stop them. There is no…
- Chapter 21 · There was no flash, no smoke, simply that…
- Chapter 22 · One may picture, too, the sudden shifting of…
- Chapter 23 · When
- Chapter 24 · The horses’ bits were covered with foam…
- Chapter 25 · No!—point it at his horse.” Then he began to…