Glimmer

in the name of our alien god may I distroy smiff

jetses of many thing comeing from mars are a millions to one he said

Shrieked out the tripods with a thundering roar

Quickly, one after the other, four of the Fighting Machines appeared. Monstrous tripods, higher than the tallest steeple, striding over the pine trees and smashing them. Walking engines of glittering metal. Each carried a huge funnel and I realized with horror that I'd seen this awful thing before.

A fifth Machine appeared on the far bank. In an instant, it raised itself to full height, flourished the funnel high in the air – and the ghostly, terrible Heat Ray struck the town. As it struck, all five Fighting Machines exulted, emitting deafening howls which roared like thunder.
Martians: Ulla! Ulla!

A flare, spurting out from Mars – bright green, drawing a green mist behind it – a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy assured me we were in no danger, perhaps a huge volcanic explosion was in progress, but he was convinced there could be no living thing, on that remote, forbidding planet (photo taken in 2006)

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