The Invisible Man
By: H. G. Wells
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A cautionary horror story about the dangers of greed, isolation and a science without ethics, from the father of science fiction.
The stranger arrives early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow. He is wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his hat hides every inch of his face. Rude and rough, the stranger works with strange apparatus locked in his room all day and walks along lonely lanes at night, his bandaged face inspiring fear in children and dogs. Is he the mutilated victim of an accident? A criminal on the run? An eccentric genius? But no-one in the village comes close to guessing who has come amongst them, or what those bandages hide.
‘Wells was the founding father of science fiction, and in his utopian fantasy novels he was proved eerily correct’ Daily Telegraph
The stranger arrives early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow. He is wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his hat hides every inch of his face. Rude and rough, the stranger works with strange apparatus locked in his room all day and walks along lonely lanes at night, his bandaged face inspiring fear in children and dogs. Is he the mutilated victim of an accident? A criminal on the run? An eccentric genius? But no-one in the village comes close to guessing who has come amongst them, or what those bandages hide.
‘Wells was the founding father of science fiction, and in his utopian fantasy novels he was proved eerily correct’ Daily Telegraph
Publication Date:
05/01/2017
Number of Pages::
192
Binding:
Paper Back
ISBN:
9781784872090
Publisher Date:
05/01/2017
Number of Pages::
192
Binding:
Paper Back
ISBN:
9781784872090
A cautionary horror story about the dangers of greed, isolation and a science without ethics, from the father of science fiction.
The stranger arrives early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow. He is wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his hat hides every inch of his face. Rude and rough, the stranger works with strange apparatus locked in his room all day and walks along lonely lanes at night, his bandaged face inspiring fear in children and dogs. Is he the mutilated victim of an accident? A criminal on the run? An eccentric genius? But no-one in the village comes close to guessing who has come amongst them, or what those bandages hide.
‘Wells was the founding father of science fiction, and in his utopian fantasy novels he was proved eerily correct’ Daily Telegraph
The stranger arrives early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow. He is wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his hat hides every inch of his face. Rude and rough, the stranger works with strange apparatus locked in his room all day and walks along lonely lanes at night, his bandaged face inspiring fear in children and dogs. Is he the mutilated victim of an accident? A criminal on the run? An eccentric genius? But no-one in the village comes close to guessing who has come amongst them, or what those bandages hide.
‘Wells was the founding father of science fiction, and in his utopian fantasy novels he was proved eerily correct’ Daily Telegraph