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A brand new collection of 13 short stories by the master of supernatural suspense and thrillers, exploring science fiction and fantasy themes. All of the stories in this volume follow a simple and classic pattern: exposition, conflict, resolution. Because of the short story format, there is not much room for complication or denouement, so these stories by nature are simpler than some of Wells' other work, and therefore will keep the listener entertained and engrossed! Included in this collection are 'Filmer', 'The Magic Shop', 'The Valley of Spiders', 'The Truth About Pyecraft', 'Mr Skelmersdale in Fairyland', 'The Inexperienced Ghost', 'Jimmy Goggles the God', 'The New Accelerator', 'Mr Ledbetter's Vacation', 'The Stolen Body', 'Mr Brishner's Treasure', 'Miss Winchelsea's Heart', and 'A Dream of Armageddon'. About the reader: John Banks is one of the UK's most prolific audiobook narrators, working for the likes of Big Finish, Audible, Random House and Games Workshop. He is a true multivoice, creating everything from monsters to marauding aliens. He is also an accomplished stage and TV actor. About the author: Herbert George Wells was a novelist, teacher, historian and journalist who has become known as the "father of science fiction". His works have been adapted countless times and provided the basis for many literary and theatrical productions.

In Twelve stories and a Dream, the reader will find a surprising Wells extending your search to the fantastic and humorous to the motley recreation of a common bond that unites characters: the emergence in their lives an unusual event, strange, that leads to the most unexpected and hilarious situations… the rogue who becomes the god of a tribe of savages, the phlegmatic Englishman surprised by a ghost in practices ‘round’, the psychic researcher whose body is kidnapped by a being from another dimension, the amazing effects of a drug called the “new gas”, to the strenuous efforts of the obese Mr. Pyecraft to lose weight…

Excerpt from Twelve Stories and a DreamA curious little vignette that I am Inclined to think caught Filmer in or near the very birth of his discovery.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Fantastic collection of short stories, in both senses of the word. Entertaining twists on certain tropes, like a haunting from the afterlife's most clueless shade and a women who ultimately regrets her refinement.Contents Filmer -- The magic shop -- The valley of spiders -- The truth about Pyecraft -- Mr. Skelmersdale in fairyland -- The story of the inexperienced ghost -- Jimmy Goggles the god -- The new accelerator -- Mr. Ledbetter's vacation -- The stolen body -- Mr. Brisher's treasure -- Miss Winchelsea's heart -- A dream of Armageddon.

In truth the mastery of flying was the work of thousands of men-this man a suggestion and that an experiment, until at last only one vigorous intellectual effort was needed to finish the work. But the inexorable injustice of the popular mind has decided that of all these thousands, one man, and that a man who never flew, should be chosen as the discoverer, just as it has chosen to honour Watt as the discoverer of steam and Stephenson of the steam-engine.Thirteen short stories by HG Wells, the master of speculative fiction! Included in this collection is "Mr Skelmersdale in Fairyland" where a man finds his way into fairyland where a fairy queen tries to seduce him away from his human fiancée. In other stories a ghost gets stuck and can't get back to the "other side", a man decides to try being a god for a few months, a magic shop sells "the real thing", a scientist sells time in a bottle, a body is stolen (while its owner is still alive) and a man dreams or does he?Dig into a hearty dose of classic science fiction from the pen of one of the foremost figures in the genre, H.G. Wells. This wide-ranging collection brings together a treasure trove of Wells' trademark tales, all of which are packed with fascinating ideas and plenty of action.

H. G. Wells was a prolific writer of both fiction and non-fiction. His writing career spanned more than sixty years, and his early science fiction novels earned him the title (along with Jules Verne and Hugo Gernsback) of "The Father of Science Fiction". Herbert George "H. G." Wells (1866 – 1946) was a prolific English writer in many genres, including the novel, history, politics, and social commentary, and even textbooks and rules for war games. He is now best remembered for his science fiction novels, and Wells is sometimes called the father of science fiction, as are Jules Verne and Hugo Gernsback. His most notable science fiction works include The War of the Worlds, The Time Machine, The Invisible Man, and The Island of Doctor Moreau.

In truth the mastery of flying was the work of thousands of men—this man a suggestion and that an experiment, until at last only one vigorous intellectual effort was needed to finish the work. But the inexorable injustice of the popular mind has decided that of all these thousands, one man, and that a man who never flew, should be chosen as the discoverer, just as it has chosen to honour Watt as the discoverer of steam and Stephenson of the steam-engine. And surely of all honoured names none is so grotesquely and tragically honoured as poor Filmer's, the timid, intellectual creature who solved the problem over which the world had hung perplexed and a little fearful for so many generations, the man who pressed the button that has changed peace and warfare and well-nigh every condition of human life and happiness. Never has that recurring wonder of the littleness of the scientific man in the face of the greatness of his science found such an amazing exemplification. Much concerning Filmer is, and must remain, profoundly obscure— Filmers attract no Boswells—but the essential facts and the concluding scene are clear enough, and there are letters, and notes, and casual allusions to piece the whole together. And this is the story one makes, putting this thing with that, of Filmer's life and death. The first authentic trace of Filmer on the page of history is a document in which he applies for admission as a paid student in physics to the Government laboratories at South Kensington, and therein he describes himself as the son of a “military bootmaker” (“cobbler” in the vulgar tongue) of Dover, and lists his various examination proofs of a high proficiency in chemistry and mathematics. With a certain want of dignity he seeks to enhance these attainments by a profession of poverty and disadvantages, and he writes of the laboratory as the “gaol” of his ambitions, a slip which reinforces his claim to have devoted himself exclusively to the exact sciences. The document is endorsed in a manner that shows Filmer was admitted to this coveted opportunity; but until quite recently no traces of his success in the Government institution could be found. It has now, however, been shown that in spite of his professed zeal for research, Filmer, before he had held this scholarship a year, was tempted, by the possibility of a small increase in his immediate income, to abandon it in order to become one of the nine-pencean-hour computers employed by a well-known Professor in his vicarious conduct of those extensive researches of his in solar physics—researches which are still a matter of perplexity to astronomers. Afterwards, for the space of seven years, save for the pass lists of the London University, in which he is seen to climb slowly to a double first class B.Sc., in mathematics and chemistry, there is no evidence of how Filmer passed his life. No one knows how or where he lived, though it seems highly probable that he continued to support himself by teaching while he prosecuted the studies necessary for this distinction. And then, oddly enough, one finds him mentioned in the correspondence of Arthur Hicks, the poet.