Too Long; Didn't Read
Cyrus R. Thurston bought himself a single-motored Stoughton job he was looking for new thrills. He wanted to join that jaunty group who spoke so easily of hopping off for Los Angeles. The Earth lay powerless beneath those loathsome, yellowish monsters that, sheathed in cometlike globes, sprang from the skies to annihilate man and reduce his cities to ashes. But if that young millionaire-sportsman had been told that on his first flight this blocky, bulletlike ship was to pitch him headlong into the exact center of the wildest, strangest war this earth had ever seen.