In his writings, H.P. Lovecraft drew on a long tradition of men meddling in arcane knowledge, struggling through ancient tomes so alien that the very reading of them drives one mad. In the years that it has taken me to read this book, I have quite often felt sympathy with those hapless souls, as ...
She had a desk, a chair that creaked if she moved in it, and about two feet of space in front of the desk. She had pulled a second chair in from the hallway and just hoped she didn't have more than one visitor at a time, or else they would be standing. She was being picky and knew it. There wasn'...
"There ain't nothin' ya can do," Sheeb said, standing to his right. Just let me come out for a few minutes, Matthew. Just a few minutes and then I'll go back inside and you can run the show. Just a few minutes inside this place is all I need, Morgant said from inside him. ...
The style of expression may well strike you as naive, even primitive, but don’t be fooled. Beneath the crude Kodak colors lie wry paradoxes, ominous contradictions, the dense mythology of a people who believed themselves without myth. Some help, then, in deciphering. Note, first of all, that just...
She wasn't going to speak to him though; instead, she kept Will's throat laughing into the surrounding room. The man could talk as much as he wanted, but he knew as well as she did that his little game was over. Morena had no interest in talking to him. She just wanted him to hear that she knew w...
He had reveled in the beauty of science’s creations, marveled at the genius of an electron collider or a telescope. But here, in this place, the moon struck him just as powerfully; he saw it as gorgeous. It turned everything into a black and white hue and cast shadows all the way from the smalles...
His balls clenched up and sweat popped out across his skin, nearly drenching him in a matter of moments. He knew her. He had seen more of her than he ever wanted to. She came into him in a way that shouldn't be possible, in a way that rape victims—m...
She didn't know it, but she had only needed a better vantage point. She only needed to walk around the entirety of this room, to find the stairs, and then she could see what she painted on the wall. She had finally found the stairs though, which was most important, because...
From all his inquiries, Dr. Gerald Vondi’s brother was still alive and this number would connect Scott to him. “Hello?” a voice answered. “Hi, my name is Scott Hilt and I’m looking for a Robert Vondi. I was hoping this number was the right one,” Sco...
That life was beautiful? Had he been so young as to think something so incredibly false? He had and he understood differently now. He no longer looked out of a twenty-eight year old's eyes. He no longer saw his wife and their son. No longer held any of them. Instead he gripped the steering wheel ...