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"Produce! Produce! Were it but the pitifullest infinitesimal fraction of a Product, produce it, in God's name! 'Tis the utmost thou hast in thee: out with it, then. Up, up! Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy whole might. Work while it is called Today; for the night cometh, wherin no man can work."

-- THOMAS CARLYLE

Introduction

My Secret Life

Short Stories

Starlight...

Hunted

The Triumphant Return of Buck Savage!

On The Road To Golgotha

The Man With The Looking Glass Mind

Birthgrave

The Golem

Novels-in-Progress

Ghosts

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