Two of H. G. Wells's most famous novels in one book - The Time Machine and The War of the Worlds

Contents:The Time MachineWar of the WorldsThe Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his patents, embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And he put it to us in this way—marking the points with a lean forefinger—as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox (as we thought it) and his fecundity.

Two classic science fiction in one book.

When an English Scientist, known only as the Time Traveller, invents a machine that can travel through time, the most logical outcome would be to test such a machine. After a trial run that saw him travel three hours into the future, the Time Traveller pushes further into the future to year 802,701, where he meets a mellow race of humans called the Eloi. Soon he discovers that the Eloi are not the only human race left on earth...

Humans vs. Martians. Conventional ballistics vs. the dreaded Heat-Ray and poisonous black smoke. It's not the survival of one person at stake. It is the survival of all humanity.A classic unlike anything the world had yet to read, The War of the Worlds takes you into late 19th century England where a full-scale Martian invasion has begun.

It never was a war, any more than there's war between man and ants. Humans vs. Martians. Conventional weapons vs. the dreaded Heat-Ray and poisonous black smoke. It's not the survival of one person at stake. It is the survival of all humanity. A classic unlike anything the world had yet to see, The War of the Worlds takes you into late 19th century England where a full-scale Martian invasion has begun.

. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his patents, embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision.