TAILIEUCHUNG - The Flying Legion

The room was strange as the man, himself, who dwelt there. It seemed, in a way, the outward expression of his inner personality. He had ordered it built from his own plans, to please a whim of his restless mind, on top of the gigantic skyscraper that formed part of his properties. Windows boldly fronted all four cardinal compass-points—huge, plate-glass windows that gave a view unequaled in its sweep and power. The room seemed an eagle's nest perched on the summit of a manmade crag. The Arabic name that he had given it—Niss'rosh—meant just that. Singular place indeed, well-harmonized with its master | feedboo is The Flying Legion England George Allan Published 1920 Categorie s Fiction Science Fiction War Military Source http 1 Also available on Feedbooks for England The Air Trust 1915 Beyond The Great Oblivion 1913 The Afterglow 1913 The Last New Yorkers 1911 Copyright This work is available for countries where copyright is Life 70 and in the USA. Note This book is brought to you by Feedbooks http Strictly for personal use do not use this file for commercial purposes. 2 Chapter 1 A SPIRIT CAGED The room was strange as the man himself who dwelt there. It seemed in a way the outward expression of his inner personality. He had ordered it built from his own plans to please a whim of his restless mind on top of the gigantic skyscraper that formed part of his properties. Windows boldly fronted all four cardinal compass-points huge plate-glass windows that gave a view unequaled in its sweep and power. The room seemed an eagle s nest perched on the summit of a manmade crag. The Arabic name that he had given it Niss rosh meant just that. Singular place indeed well-harmonized with its master. Through the westward windows umbers and pearls of dying day smudged across a smoky sky now shadowed trophy-covered walls. This light subdued and somber though it was slowly fading verging toward a night of May disclosed unusual furnishings. It showed a heavy black table of some rare Oriental wood elaborately carved and inlaid with still rarer woods a table covered with a prayer-rug on which lay various books on aeronautics and kindred sciences jostling works on Eastern travel on theosophy mysticism exploration. Maps and atlases added their note of research. At one end of the table stood a bronze faun s head with open lips with hand cupped at listening ear. Surely that head must have come from some buried art-find of the very long ago. The faint greenish patina that covered it could have been painted only by the hand of the greatest artist of them all

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