A Short, Fantastic Tale
A Quick-Action Storiette Crowded with Dramatic Pathos
The witch beckoned to the scarecrow, throwing so much magnetic potency into her gesture that it seemed as if it must inevitably be obeyed, like the mystic call of the lodestone when it summons the iron.
'But I understand at last. He only wanted to communicate. He strains forward out of his darkness; he reaches toward us out of his mystery; he makes us dim signs out of his horror.'
Long ago there lived a frightful demon called Suì with horns and claws and scales and huge green eyes.
A Tale of Vampires
Weigall was not a coward, but he recalled uncomfortably the tales of those that had been done to death in the Strid.
In Death as in Life Hazlitt was futile, spineless, ineffectual. Then came one glorious opportunity
“By this time you will fully understand, sir,” he said, “that what troubles me so dreadfully is the question, What does the spectre mean?”
A fortune-teller had said Ginèvra was doomed to sorrow...
On the day our new neighbours came to our house, my brother Ofodile bit my mother on the arm.
“Perhaps you can do it as well as Shrowdwell. I want a coffin. . . . It's for myself!"
