The Messiah of the Cylinder

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I put my feet inside and squeezed down to the bottom	Frontispiece

I made my difficult way toward the stairs	34

I glanced from one to another, and met hard, mirthless eyes, and mouths twisted in sneering mockery	50

“Woe to you, accursed city!” he screamed, “Woe to you in the day of judgment! Woe to your whites and harlots when the judgment comes!”	150

It pulled me through the window-gap and I swung far out above the Airscouts’ Fortress	172

A man near me leaped up and craned his neck, looking into the gloom	242

A tall man with a black beard and a curved sword sheath that clanked on the stones. I recognized in him Mehemet, the Turkish commander	244

Sanson’s indomitable will flamed out. “I will not drink!” he cried, and flung the cup to the floor	258

The giant leaped out before his followers. “Where is Lembken?” he roared. “Where are the men?”	286

Upon the walls the Guard were swarming toward the defenders. Out of their midst the Ray artillery belched	300

The giant jaws upon our aircraft gaped. I saw steel teeth within them	308

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