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!"
Orrin Bosworth listened with a sense of suffocation; he felt as if he were wrestling with long-armed horrors in a dream.
A Weird Storiette
I had entered, in an idle mood, the shop of one of those curiosity-venders, who are called marchands de bric-à-brac in that Parisian argot which is so perfectly unintelligible elsewhere in France.
It is bad enough to find your child’s mind possessed with the conviction that he has seen, or heard, a ghost; but that he should require you to go instantly and help that ghost. . .
