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Realising the situation they were in with traction shortages, BDZ - in addition to the new Smartron machines - had some older Skoda machines overhauled. Some went to CZ Loko in Prerov, Czechia and others went to ZOS in Vrutky, Slovakia. These machines were all stripped down to a bare shell and then rebuilt as new. There is a giveaway as to which location they went to - the Czech machines retain the original round buffers but the Slovaks fitted new buffers - square with an extra diagonal on the inner end.
44 180 was one of the Czech rebuilds and it is seen here shortly before the stop of Thompson with BV 2602 Varna to Sofia via Gorna Oryahovitsa.
The inauguration run of train 2691 "Varna Weekend" (Sofia - Varna). With stops only in Pleven and Gorna Oryahovitsa, this train is BDZ's attempt to restore the reputation of its express trains of the past.
Thanks everyone for your visits, comments and favs
What do you think of my new logo picture?
Que pensez vous de mon nouveau logo photo ?
3raw HDR
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Tomorrow Baby Mountain (this time Karima Walker and myself) head out on a short tour related to a couple of events related to my visual art. Our first gig is tomorrow evening in Minneapolis which is where we'll be picking up copies of a new book on my work from SHAPCO printing. On Saturday we will be playing a set following a panel discussion about this new book at the Visual Arts Center of the Washington Pavilion in Sioux Falls, South Dakota: which is where I currently have a large exhibition (through January 26). Below is a listing of the shows we will be playing and pertinent links. Copies of the new book will be available at all of the concerts.
Thursday, November 7, 7 pm @ Prospect Park UMC, 22 Orlin Avenue SE, Minneapolis, MN
www.facebook.com/events/613919222004512
Saturday, November 9, 7 pm @ the Washington Pavilion, Sioux Falls, South Dakota ***
www.facebook.com/events/173532292843017 (there are a number of other activities related to the exhibition listed here)
Sunday, November 10, 7:30 pm at Dakota State University in Madison, South Dakota ***
www.facebook.com/events/408572895931364
Monday, November 11, 7 pm @ University of Northern Iowa, Cedar Falls, Iowa - I will be doing an artist talk followed by our performance at 8 pm Graham Hall, (which is room #111 in Russell Hall).
Sunday, November 17, 3 pm @ Bethany UMC, Itasca, IL.
*** for these shows we will be joined by sonic wizard Nathan Edwards
Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Edward E. Smith / The Skylark of Valeron (Part 1 of 7)
- Thomas Calvert McClary [as by Calvin Peregoy] /
Dr. Conklin--Pacifist [Dr. Conklin • 2]
- David O. Woodbury / Aground in Space
- Frank Belknap Long / The Last Men [The Mini-Men]
- Arthur Leo Zagat / Beyond the Spectrum
- Carl Buchanan and Dr. Arch Carr / Warriors of Eternity
- Nat Schachner / Stratosphere Towers
- Jack Williamson / The Legion of Space (Part 5 of 6)
- Charles Fort / Lo! (Part 5 of 8)
Cover: Howard V. Brown
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (August 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP
Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
Howard Wandrei [as by Howard W. Graham, Ph.D.] /
Guns of Eternal Day
art: M. Marchioni
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (July 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP
Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Nat Schachner / The Living Equation
- Edward E. Smith / The Skylark of Valeron (Part 2 of 7)
- Howard Wandrei [as by Howard W. Graham, Ph.D.] /
Time Haven
- Donald Wandrei / A Scientist Divides
- Wallace West / Dragon's Teeth
- Frank K. Kelly / Famine on Mars
- Raymond Z. Gallun / The Wand of Creation
- Paul Ernst / The Stolen Element
- Jack Williamson / The Legion of Space (Part 6 of 6)
- Charles Fort / Lo! (Part 6 of 8)
Cover: Howard V. Brown
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (September 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP
Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Thomas Calvert McClary / Rebirth (Part 1 of 2)
- Thomas Calvert McClary [as by Calvin Peregoy] / Short-Wave Castle [Dr. Conklin • 1]
- Raymond Z. Gallun / Space Flotsam
- Harl Vincent / Lost City of Mars
- Amelia Reynolds Long / Scandal in the 4th Dimension
- Arthur Leo Zagat / The Living Flame
- Roi Auckland / Blind Reasoning
Cover: Howard V. Brown
(illustration for "Lost City of Mars")
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (February 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP
Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Harl Vincent / Rex
art: Elliott Dold
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (June 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP
Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Murray Leinster / The Mole Pirate
art: Elliott Dold
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (November 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP
Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Nat Schachner / He from Procyon
art: C. R. Thomson
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (April 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP
I wanted to do a Vic Viper for a while but only recently have had time. I tried it in my style to see how it would look. I don't really like it. I think the individual shapes and texture are fine but the combination of them camouflages it all.
Btw, the engine is covered by a Sunny Delight resealable cap. It fits perfectly on a 3 stud dish.
Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Nat Schachner [as by Walter Glamis] / The Orange God
- Donald Wandrei / A Race Through Time
- Kenneth James / Burroughs Passes
- Peter Gordon / Anything Can Happen!
- Paul Ernst / From the Wells of the Brain
- F. S. Howard-Burleigh / Don MacKinder's Model
- Harry Bates and D. W. Hall [as by Anthony Gilmore] /
The Coffin Ship
- Nat Schachner / Fire Imps of Vesuvius
- Charlton Lawrence Edholm / Ping-Ting
- Gladys St. John-Loe / Where Four Roads Met
- Col. P. H. Fawcett / Callahuaya's Curse
Cover: Howard V. Brown
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (October 1933)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP
Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Murray Leinster / Sidewise in Time
- Paul Ernst / The Thing in the Pond
- John Russell Fearn / He Never Slept
- Frank K. Kelly / Crater 17, Near Tycho
- Henry J. Kostkos / The Emperor's Heart
- Raymond Z. Gallun / The World Wrecker
- Jack Williamson / The Legion of Space (Part 3 of 6)
- Charles Fort / Lo! (Part 3 of 8)
- Harl Vincent / Rex
Cover: Howard V. Brown
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (June 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP
-^- ??? -^-
The forest is peaceful. The dim glow of the rising sun paints the trees in a beautiful tangerine. Birds sing to their own melody as the wind shakes the trees of loose leaves. Creed likes the forest, it's one he's never visited before. He makes a note to return one day, when he wasn't "on the job."
In front of him, taking large strides through the greenery, is Heatmonger. It's been a few days since the two talked on the cliffside. Creed doesn't know if it was that conversation that helped or not, but since then a fire has been lit under his partner. That fire was currently blowing it's embers through the lush forest to-
"We're here," Heatmonger announces with glee. He rushes forward towards the chain link fence like a child on Christmas morning. "Let's go."
"Wait," Creed calls out, stopping Heatmonger just before his superheated hands grab a hold off the fence. "Let me, we don't need to start a forest fire."
"I can control my flames," Heatmonger scoffs, crossing his arms like a pouting toddler. The moment the fence turns to dust, he pushes Creed aside and runs through the hole, towards a ruined, abandoned facility.
Creed still doesn't know how his partner found out about this place, nor why he seems so ecstatic to get inside. He does, however, know whatever awaits inside will be beneficial for them, for the church. Cicada himself said it best, "he's anxious, but his heart is in the right place."
Unlike his partner, Creed walks a moderate pace up the small hill inside the facility gates, eyeing some of the fallen debris from the facility's walls. It wasn't just abandoned, he reckons, noticing the charring on the rubble. The building suffered an explosion… and based on these walls, it was from the inside.
"Shit," he mumbles, taking off towards the building, "Monger!"
-^- St. Paul's Church, northern Ohio -^-
"Well, if the last six churches weren't bad enough, this one doesn't even seem to be open," Ralph sighs, leaning against the wall beside the door. "What kinda church shuts its doors anyways? I'm starting to think this whole Raijin thing was a bust…"
Iris, after knocking on the large doors a 4th time, stares into Ralph's soul with narrowed jade eyes. "It was your idea to look into churches, don't put the blame on me."
"I'm not!" Ralph quickly says, raising his hands in defense as he takes a large step away from Iris. "It's just… none of them have even heard of Raijin, how do we know it even exists?"
"I know it exists."
"Ever think you could've hallucinated the whole thing?" Ralph suggests, earning another glare from Iris.
"Okay…" she says, defeated as she backs away from the door. "St. Paul's was a bust, where to next?"
Before Ralph has the chance to speak, the unlocking of a door can be heard. Iris's face lights up and she grabs Ralph by the sleeve, pulling to the door. As it opens, an older man steps out, adorned in robe-like clothing.
"Why, hello there," he greets with a smile. "I don't believe I've seen either of you before, welcome welcome."
Iris nods at Ralph, stepping inside with him in tow. The two walk down the aisle, before stopping near the altar. The pastor follows close behind, stopping alongside them.
"I'm sorry the doors were shut, we've had quite a few miscreants as of late," he explains.
"It's quite alright father, we're just glad you answered," Ralph says, running a hand through his locks. "We've tried multiple other churches around the state, but none have been of any help."
"I'm sorry to hear that, what is it that you're in need of?"
"Raijin… have you ever heard of it?" Iris asks.
"What… what did you say?"
"She asked if you've ever heard of Raijin?" Ralph clarifies with a smile. "See, we're -"
"Don't you dare say that name in this holy house," the man snarls, stepping back in a mixture of fear and disgust.
Ralph and Iris exchange looks of confusion, before turning back to the man, still mortified. "Father, we-"
"You will not find that devil to be worshiped here!"
"So you do know of him, interesting," Ralph mutters, pulling out a pad of notes, pretending to write things down with a finger. "It's good to hear you so repulsed, even by a mere mention."
Iris looks up at him, a cocked eyebrow, but merely receives a wink in return. It clicks in her mind as the pastor relaxes, his anger shifting to a light confusion.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Sorry we didn't introduce ourselves sooner," Iris says, smiling kindly at the man. "We run a blog about that terrible monster, and have been searching for more information on the source of it."
"We just need to make sure no one is corrupted," Ralph nods, closing the notepad and sliding it back into his pocket. "Exposing that demon is our number one priority… you wouldn't happen to know anything, would you?"
"You're… bloggers?" he asks, receiving a nod from Ralph. "I… I do, actually," the man says, nodding with a disgusted frown. "The devil spawn, Grace Gibbons."
"Grace Gibbons?"
"Long ago, before my time, the Gibbons family arrived at this town," he explains, shaking his head. "Her father would preach of Raijin, and our people believed him for so long. That man, however, was in leagues with the devil himself.
"Grace Gibbons has been alive for over 100 years, yet has the appearance of myself."
"It must be that devil," Ralph agrees, looking eerily at Iris. "Would you happen to know where she is?"
"What!?" the pastor exclaims, shaking his head and waving his hands in the air. "You can not go, it is too dangerous!"
"Trust me, father," Iris cuts in, putting the fake smile back on in full, "we need to warn the people of this."
-^- Abandoned Facility, ??? -^-
Creed rushes inside the facility, scanning for any signs of his partner. "Monger, you hear me!?" he shouts, earning no response. He grits his teeth, running down the first hallway he finds. "Monger, dammit!"
The nearest wall crumbles with a touch, opening a room to his view. Luckily, from the back of the room, a dim blue light illuminates the building. From here, he can see the outline of his partner, and hear the clacking of a keyboard. With slow steps, he approaches his partner.
"You know this place was booby trapped?"
"Yeah, 'was.'"
"A little heads up on what the mission is could do wonders."
"Didn't think you cared so much."
Creed shakes his head, watching as Heatmonger laughs and slides a thin tube from his belt. He holds it into the air, letting the light of the machinery illuminate the vial. Creed narrows his eyes, watching as the red liquid sloshes around inside. It's blood.
"Who's blood is that?" he asks, but is given no response, only more laughter from the man as he slides the vial into the machine. Creed shields his eyes as sparks fly from the tangled, ruined cables. "Hey, be car-"
BEEEP
Creed blinks twice at the noise. Looking over his partner's shoulder, he sees the small monitor Heatmonger had been typing into had changed, now showcasing DNA readings. It must be some sort of automated bootup sequence… but it doesn't explain how Heatmonger knew… nor the name displayed on the screen.
"Who's Zeiko?" he asks, watching the man work, typing a string of commands. After a moment of silence, Creed gives up, turning towards the entrance of the facility, he'll at least stay on guard. The clicking of keys slowly grows quieter, as the glow of the sun grows brighter. He stands idly in the entrance, watching as the sun rises into place.
He wishes Heatmonger would be open with him. He gets it, the church isn't about the past. From himself, to Rosso, to Petrov, even Cicada himself… they met on a mutual understanding. A desire to change the world for the better, for him. Still, it doesn't stop his wonder, his curiosity of the mysterious immortal he calls a partner. His past, his goals… what makes him cry when he thinks no one is looking.
Creed wonders if it's his past that makes him care in the first place.
He finds himself standing outside the facility for another 30 minutes before Heatmonger finally emerges. Creed can hear the storm of laughter being held under his breath. "You gonna tell me what this was all about?" Creed asks, crossing his arms and leaning against what's left of the doorframe.
"Just making sure I'm never forgotten… never again."
-^-
Iris takes a deep breath. Beside her, Ralph fiddles with the notepad he'd been pretending to use earlier, now jotting down a few lines before sliding it back in his pocket. After she receives a nod from the man, Iris presses on the doorbell. It takes a moment before shuffling can be heard inside.
"I told you, I'm not interested-" the voice from inside calls, opening the door slightly, pausing upon seeing the two of them. "Erm, sorry, I thought you were someone else."
The door opens fully, revealing the voice's owner; an elderly woman with ice white hair and large, dented glasses. She's bundled up in a winter jacket, with gloves and a scarf to match. It makes Iris wish she brought a jacket of her own. Grace Gibbons, their one and only lead. The pastor, once Ralph's act set in, was more than happy to help. It led them far out of the small town, up near the lake a few miles out.
"Hi, uh, Miss Gibbons?" Iris greets, a soft smile on her face. "I'm Iris West, and this is Ralph Dibney, may we ask you a few-"
"I'm sorry, the weather is terrible this morning," Gibbons interrupts, stepping to the side and ushering the two in. "Please, it would be terrible if either of you got sick."
Iris looks to Ralph, who shrugs, not hiding his light shivering well. She turns back to the elder woman, nodding as she steps inside.
"I'll be back in a moment, I have tea on," Gibbons says, waddling through the hallway to her kitchen. "Please, make yourself a home, I'll be back for those questions in a flash."
Iris looks over to Ralph, nodding. In an instant the two get to work, examining the living room from head to toe. Bookshelves, paintings, between the sofa; anywhere that any clue could be had to be checked. The search, however, doesn't lead to any results. The room is that of any living room, filled with some trinkets and family photos, but nothing that points to Raijin.
At least, not until Iris spots another picture frame, tucked away between books on the shelf. Her eyes light up, it has to be it, she can feel it… she can feel it. The feeling in her body isn't that of a hunch or instinct, but rather a guiding hand. The sensation isn't one she's unused to, in fact she'd felt just a day ago… Barry's lightning.
Following that feeling, she grabs a hold of the frame, sliding it out to see the picture it holds. "Ralph…" she calls, narrowing her eyes at the worn, black and white photograph, "come take a long ok at this.
The photo is of a group of soldiers, by the uniforms she would guess WW1. What stood out, however, was not the soldiers, but the three figures not in a military uniform. The first wears a light colored suit, with a bandana over his mouth. In the back, standing almost like a monster above the rest, is a shadow-y figure, one adorned in a top hat and dark glasses. Dead center, however, is what her eyes are drawn to; a bald man with a long beard, cape draped over his shoulders. He holds a dagger, shaped like that of a lightning bolt. It's that same feeling, that guiding hand.
"That's him," she says aloud, pointing to the bald man, "he leads the cult of Raijin."
"How do you know?" Ralph asks, looking at her with a cocked eyebrow.
"I just… I do…"
"I see you took my words literally."
CHK-CHK
Both Iris and Ralph turn to see Gibbons, shotgun in hand, aimed at the two of them. Ralph panics, hands flying into the air. Iris's eyes narrow, looking down at the photo, then back to the old woman.
"Who is he?"
"Iris, now is not the time for badass detective woman," Ralph mumbles through clenched teeth, elbowing her in the shoulder. "Listen, lady, we have- she has a family that will come looking for her if something happens to either of us."
"How do you know that name!" the woman demands, aiming the gun between the two of them. "Well!?"
"So you know about Raijin?" Iris asks with confidence, not backing down from the woman. "Who is this man in the picture?"
"You should listen to your friend," Gibbons sneers, shifting the barrel towards Iris. "You don't make demands when a gun is pointed at you."
"You do when you have one," Iris says, reaching behind her and upholstering a revolver. Both Ralph and Gibbons are in shock, staring at the silver weapon. "Now, answer me."
"Iris… why do you-"
"You and I aren't the only people who she's got a gun pointed at," Iris says, glancing down at her stomach, before going back to Gibbons. Memories of her confrontation with Trickster flood her mind, of the words Joe and Barry said to her. "Besides, you never know what psycho may have you at the end of a barrel."
Ralph is silent for a moment, before his eyes widen. "You're pregnant!?" He shouts, before looking at Gibbons, whose face also shifts further into shock. "You're not gonna shoot a pregnant lady, right?"
"I…"
"Listen, Miss Gibbons," Iris begins, keeping the revolver trained on her, "I can tell you aren't fond of Raijin… your reaction alone shows you have some familiarity with it. My friend and I are looking to put a stop to it, and it's cult-like following. To do that, we need to know about this man… please."
Gibbons stares at Iris, looking between her, Ralph, and the picture. With a deep sigh, she lowers her gun.
"First, I'd like to ask if you can drop the Gibbons… My name is Grace Dwyer," she says, lowering herself onto the recliner in the room, letting the shotgun lay atop her lap. "Gibbons… that's a name my father gave me long ago."
"Dwyer?" Iris asks, following suit and taking a seat on the couch. "As in Dwyer Park…"
"That's the one," she responds, nodding her head with a frown. "It might be best for both of you to take a seat, I'll tell you all I know about Raijin… and the man in that photo… the Cicada."
"I guess… I can start with my family? My grandfather's name was David Hersh, my grandmother; Elizabeth Dwyer. While the two were madly in love, my grandfather opted to never marry, as his… profession could bring her and their family harm. See, my grandfather was blessed. David Hersh is a descendant of a powerful, immortal man; people today would refer to him as a metahuman. Those incredible genes were passed to him, giving him the gift of immortality as well.
"He and my grandmother had three children; my father, Michael, my uncle Orlin, and my aunt, Marybeth. I was an only child, and uncle Orlin never found that special someone, but aunt Marybeth had little Francis. It was… nice. All of us, we were a happy family. At least we were, before the war.
"I'm… not really sure what happened, not fully at least. My father came rushing home, there was an urgency I'd never heard before in his voice. Me and my mother packed our things and we're out the door before my aunt, uncle, or little Francis even knew he'd returned home.
"I was still young then, fighting off sleep in the backseat of the coach. Even so, I still remember my father's frantic retelling of what happened on that battlefield."
Michael Dwyer crouches down beside a fallen soldier, fingers pressing lightly against his neck. He curses under his breath, hoisting his pack over his shoulder and rushing to the next downed man. Gunfire rains just above the trenches, paired with the sound of war machines soaring through the sky, the cries of fellow soldiers are all but drowned out.
His face is filled with muck and grime, his socks are wet, and blood of unknown origin coats his hands. It's a losing battle, they're no match for the enemy, not without the cavalry. The cavalry being his father and brother, only their power could turn the tides of this war.
"C'mon," he mumbles, a sigh of relief at the pulse he feels, "get up, we've got to move!"
Pulling the soldier to a stand, Michael flings the near unconscious man's arm around his shoulder and begins to move throughout the trenches. The sounds never stop; not the gunfire or the planes. A constant ringing that hurts, but he must move forward. He must-
His eyes go wide. Turning his head to a whistle-like noise, he stares in horror as a mortar shell falls from above. He can't help but think of his wife and daughter, their beautiful smiles, as he closes his eyes.
A whooshing noise, however, restores a glimmer of hope to his slowly opening eyes. Standing in front of him is his father, the Cicada, arm outstretched and holding the shell. As if it were a mere baseball, the man throws the shell back to its sender, a large explosion sounding off in the distance. The man looks back, giving Michael a once over, before taking off towards the enemies.
Without even noticing, his brother, Orlin, appeared kneeling beside him. "Are you alright?" he asks, placing his hand against Michael's forehead. "You've got a fever, you need to fall back, I'll help get these people out of here."
"But…"
"Go!" he orders. "Me and dad will handle this!"
Michael stands, nodding. He runs, runs, and runs. Mud causes him to stumble, crashes and bullet spray cause him to cower, but he doesn't stop running; not until the lightning.
Michael turns, watching as the bolt of lightning strikes down, watching as his father stands at the center of it. He makes a move to turn back, to go and help, but his heart falls in a flash. A dagger; jagged silver, still red hot, buries itself into Orlin's stomach. The wielder of the dagger, the man who'd just driven a blade into his brother, is Michael's own father. Michael stands frozen, watching as the pouring rain falls upon his family, illuminated by the lightning strike.
The world is deafened. He doesn't know if his brain was short circuiting or if the sounds of war had finally destroyed his ears. What he does know is that one sound was enough to break through; one sound cuts through the silence like butter.
His father's laughter.
"In that laughter, he heard the Cicada praise Raijin," she says, nodding slightly. "We quickly fled, deciding on staying here."
"Why'd he preach for Raijin then?" Ralph asks, clasping his hands together. "Your story doesn't match the pastor who led us here."
"Father Jonathan is mistaken," she says, shaking her head with a frown. "My father spread warnings of Raijin… he only ever hoped no one would fall victim like Uncle Orlin… but you know how tales passed down go."
"It's not very fair to you," Ralph frowns. "I'm sorry you have to go through that."
"It's fine," she chuckles, waving away Ralph's sympathy. "As long as the message got across, then my father succeeded… besides, I like my alone time."
"David Hersh, the Cicada…" Iris mumbles with a smile. "That's him… that's the leader of the cult." In an instant she shoots up, nodding to Ralph, who follows her lead. "Grace, you have no idea how valuable this information has been… it will help save countless lives."
"That was always my father's goal," she says, smiling back at Iris. "You two just… just be careful… Raijin drove my grandfather, a good man, insane." Iris stares at the woman, seeing the deep pain lingering in that smile. "Raijin… he corrupts even the strongest, most kind souls… don't let him corrupt you."
Iris nods, watching Ralph wave kindly as he steps out the door. She takes one last look at Grace, before following after Ralph. She won't let her family be broken… no matter what it takes.
-^- ??? -^-
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W̵̞͆̀͊a̴̧̡̛̖̺͈̠̬̙̠̦̞̟̩̻̪̳̥̤̽͑̽̀̑͑̒́̀̃̐̀̎̚̚͝͝͝ǩ̶̖̙̻̺̻̣͕͔̰̩̼̦̦͈͘e̸̛̛̦̹̲͊̽̀̀͛̈̽̽̐̾̒̈͆̽̔͝͝͝ ̷͓͆̓͋͗̂́̀́̏̀̓͗͆͊͗̚ư̷̝̐̈́̏͐̏̃̊̔́̓̏̇́͘͠ṕ̴̛͔̩́̓̎̓͗̑̇̎̅͆̎̚͘͝͝.̷̨̞̪͎̱̫̬̘̱̒͊̑̈̒̃̉̿̂̆͊̌̇̓́͘͜͠͠
W̸̏̇̈́͝ͅa̸̞͔̟͕͒̽͒͒k̵͚̃̂͝ḙ̶̢͍̈́ ̶̻̾̉ȕ̴̩̟̩̕͘ͅp̵̖̜̗̏̏.̸̞́̋͝
Wake up.
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NEXT TIME: Call Him Death… Call Him…
Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Murray Leinster / The Mole Pirate
- John W. Campbell, Jr. [as by Don A. Stuart] / Twilight
- Milton Kaletsky [as by Dane Milton] / The Hormone
- Frank Belknap Long / Lost Planet
- Nat Schachner / The Great Thirst
- Guy Wernham / Outcasts
- Raymond Z. Gallun / The Machine from Ganymede
- Edward E. Smith / The Skylark of Valeron (Part 4 of 7)
- Charles Fort / Lo! (Part 8 of 8)
Cover: Howard V. Brown
(Illustration for "The Mole Pirate")
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (November 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
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Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Nat Schachner / Redmask of the Outlands [Redmask • 1]
- Stanton A. Coblentz / The Confession of Dr. DeKalb
- Donald Wandrei / Colossus
- S. Gordon Gurwit / World Flight
- Jack Williamson / The Flame from Mars
- A. Rowley Hilliard / Breath of the Comet
- Charles Willard Diffin / Land of the Lost (Part 2 of 2)
Cover: Howard V. Brown
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (January 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
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Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Jack Williamson / The Legion of Space (Part 5 of 6)
art: Elliott Dold
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (August 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
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Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Jack Williamson / The Legion of Space (Part 1 of 6)
- Stanton A. Coblentz / The Green Plague
- Harry Bates / A Matter of Size
- Howard Wandrei [as by Howard Von Drey] / The God Box
- Donald Wandrei / The Atom-Smasher
- Neil Moran / The Tooth
- Nat Schachner / He from Procyon
- Charles Fort / Lo! (Part 1 of 8)
Cover: Howard V. Brown
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (April 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
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Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Jack Williamson / The Legion of Space (Part 3 of 6)
art: Howard V. Brown
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (June 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
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Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Murray Leinster / Beyond the Sphinxes' Cave
- Stuart Jackson / The Lovely Ghost
- Robert H. Leitfred [as by Robert H. Leitfried] / Prisms of Space
- D. W. Hall [as by Ainslee Jenkins] / In the Shadow of the Tii
- Jack Williamson / Dead Star Station
- Holloway Horn / The Man from Cincinnati
- Wallace West / Plane People
- Arthur J. Burks / My Lady of the Tunnel
- Harl Vincent / Telegraph Plateau
Cover: Howard V. Brown
(illustration for "Beyond the Sphinxes' Cave")
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (November 1933)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
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Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Donald Wandrei / The Blinding Shadows
- Howard Wandrei [as by Howard W. Graham, Ph.D.] / The Wall
- K. F. Ziska / Succubus
- John Russell Fearn / The Brain of Light
- Nat Schachner / The 100th Generation
- Jack Williamson / The Legion of Space (Part 2 of 6)
- Charles Fort / Lo! (Part 2 of 8)
- Charles Willard Diffin / The Long Night
Cover: Howard V. Brown
(illustration for "The Blinding Shadows")
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (May 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
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Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- John Russell Fearn / The Brain of Light
art: Elliott Dold
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (May 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
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Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Donald Wandrei / Colossus
art: Howard V. Brown
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (January 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
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Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Frank K. Kelly / Crater 17, Near Tycho
art: Elliott Dold
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (June 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
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Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- Charles Willard Diffin / The Long Night
art: M. Marchioni
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (May 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
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Thrilling Wonder Stories / Heft-Reihe
> Hulbert Burroughs and John Coleman Burroughs / The Lightning Men
> Jackson Gregory, Jr. / Secret of the Cyclotron
> Arthur K. Barnes / Day of the Titans
> F. Orlin Tremaine / True Confession
> Edmond Hamilton / Doom Over Venus
> Clark Ashton Smith / The Great God Awto
cover: Howard V. Brown (cover illustrates "Doom Over Venus")
Better Publications, Inc. / USA 1940
Reprint: Comic-Club NK 2010
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July 18, 2019
Anja Manuel, Stephen Orlins, Tom Pritzker
Moderator: Edward Luce
Property of the Aspen Institute / Photo Credit: Dan Bayer
Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- K. F. Ziska / Succubus
art: C. R. Thomson
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (May 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
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Alt Empordà ~ Catalunya
Rabós es municipio español de la comarca del Alto Ampurdán en la provincia de Gerona, Cataluña.
Conocido también popularmente con el nombre de Rabós del Ampurdán, es un término accidentado con alcornoques. El pueblo está cerca del río Orlina, según apuntó en el siglo XVII el geógrafo Pere Gil, el nombre de éste río se debía a que, siglos atrás, su arena contenía partículas de oro.
Sigue siendo un municipio dedicado a la agricultura, pero las viñas que habían sido mayoritarias en su cultivo, han ido decayendo a partir de la plaga de la filoxera, que las asoló en el año 1860. Su demografía a partir de entonces ha ido decreciendo. En 2006: 194 hab
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Astounding Stories / Magazin-Reihe
- John W. Campbell, Jr. / The Mightiest Machine (Part 1 of 5)
- Howard Wandrei [as by Howard W. Graham, Ph.D. / The Other
- John W. Campbell, Jr. [as by Karl van Campen] / The Irrelevant
- Donald Wandrei / Colossus Eternal
- John W. Campbell, Jr. [as by Don A. Stuart] / Atomic Power
- Stanton A. Coblentz / Riches for Pluto
- Raymond Z. Gallun / Old Faithful
- Edward E. Smith / The Skylark of Valeron (Part 5 of 7)
Cover: Howard V. Brown
(Illustration for "The Mightiest Machine")
Editor: F. Orlin Tremaine
Street & Smith Publications, Inc. / USA (December 1934)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP