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The Thunder Child

The War of the Worlds Music
An Introduction In 2005
The War Of The Worlds Live 2006
Part 1:
The Eve of the War
Horsell Common and the Heat Ray
The Artilleryman and the Fighting Machine
Forever Autumn
The Thunder Child
Part Two:
The Red Weed : Part 1
The Spirit of Man
The Red Weed: Part 2
Brave New World
Dead London
The Epilogue
The Cast
H.G. Wells 1866-1946.
Editions
The Martian Fighting Machine
Worlds Links

British Ironclads

H.M.S Dreadnought . 1875 -1908

The steamer began to move slowly away, but on the landward horizon appeared the silhouette of a fighting machine. Another came, and another, striding over hills and trees, plunging far out to sea and blocking the exit of the steamer. Between them lay the silent, gray, ironclad Thunderchild. Slowly it moved towards shore, then with a deafening roar and whoosh of spray it swung about and drove at full speed towards the waiting Martians.

Thunderchild

    Journalist
    There were ships of shapes and sizes,
    Scattered out along the bay
    And I thought I heard her calling,
    As the steamer pulled away
    The invaders must have seen them
    As across the coast they filed
    Standing firm between them,
    There lay Thunderchild

    Moving swiftly through the waters,
    Cannons blazing as she came,
    Brought a mighty metal warlord
    Crashing down in sheets of flame,
    Sensing victory was nearing,
    Thinking fortune must have smiled,
    People started cheering,
    "Come on Thunderchild! Come on Thunderchild!"

The Martians released their black smoke, but the ship sped on, cutting down one of the tripod figures. Instantly, the others raised their heat rays, and melted the Thunderchild's valiant heart.

    Journalist
    Lashing ropes and smashing timbers,
    Flashing heat rays pierced the deck,
    Dashing hopes for our deliverance,
    As we watched the sinking wreck,
    With the smoke of battle clearing,
    Over graves and waves defiled,
    Slowly disappearing, farewell Thunderchild!
    Slowly disappearing, farewell Thunderchild!
    Farewell Thunderchild!
    Farewell Thunderchild, child, child, child, child...

When the smoke cleared, the little steamer had reached the misty horizon, and Carrie was safe. But the Thunderchild had vanished forever, taking with her man's last hope of victory. The leaden sky was lit by green flashes, cylinder following cylinder, and no one and nothing was left now to fight them. The earth belonged to the Martians.

    Martians: Ulla!

Death of The Thunderchild

The Steamer Got Away

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