Books author - "Arthur Machen"
Description An ancient Roman hilltop fort proves an irresistible draw to Lucian Taylor, but what awaits at the top isnβt just a view of the surrounding Welsh landscape but a bacchal experience his young soul isnβt ready for. This experience sets his path as he attempts to transcribe his increasingly elaborate visions into the perfect book; the book that will actually mean something more than the banal novels he sees the publishing houses push out. The Hill of Dreams is a semi-autobiographical
Description Arthur Machen was a Welsh man of letters who wrote his most famous work in the late 1890s and early 1900s. While his body of work is wide, heβs perhaps best known for his supernaturally-flavored proto-horror short stories. The Great God Panβperhaps his most famous workβalong with βThe Inmost Lightβ and The White People deeply influenced later writers like H. P. Lovecraft. Stephen King has gone so far as to call The Great God Pan βmaybe the best [horror story] in the English
f High Mass had just been sung there, and--"He cut me short, and there was a certain grave solemnity in his manner that struck me almost with awe. "I know you are a railer," he said, and the phrase coming from this mild old gentleman astonished, me unutterably. "You are a railer and a bitter railer; I have read articles that you have written, and I know your contempt and your hatred for those you call Protestants in your derision; though your grandfather, the vicar of
en, the cabinets for many years of his lonely meditations. Every path about his home, every field and hedgerow had dear and friendly memories for him; and the odor of the meadowsweet was better than the incense steaming in the sunshine. He loitered, and hung over the stile till the far-off woods began to turn purple, till the white mists were wreathing in the valley.Day after day, through all that August, morning and evening were wrapped in haze; day after day the earth shimmered in the heat,
eer old stone that is," he went on, pointing to a block of limestone rising out of the turf just beneath the wall."It looks like a sort of dwarf pillar, but I suppose it is natural." "Oh, yes, I think so. I imagine it was brought here, though, as we stand on the red sandstone. No doubt it was used as a foundation stone for some older building." "Very likely." Dyson was peering about him attentively, looking from the ground to the wall, and from the wall to the
wing-room window, suddenly saw the heavy sash give way and fall on the child's fingers. The lady fainted, I think, but at any rate the doctor was summoned, and when he had dressed the child's wounded and maimed fingers he was summoned to the mother. She was groaning with pain, and it was found that three fingers of her hand, corresponding with those that had been injured on the child's hand, were swollen and inflamed, and later, in the doctor's language, purulent sloughing set in."Ambrose
Description An ancient Roman hilltop fort proves an irresistible draw to Lucian Taylor, but what awaits at the top isnβt just a view of the surrounding Welsh landscape but a bacchal experience his young soul isnβt ready for. This experience sets his path as he attempts to transcribe his increasingly elaborate visions into the perfect book; the book that will actually mean something more than the banal novels he sees the publishing houses push out. The Hill of Dreams is a semi-autobiographical
Description Arthur Machen was a Welsh man of letters who wrote his most famous work in the late 1890s and early 1900s. While his body of work is wide, heβs perhaps best known for his supernaturally-flavored proto-horror short stories. The Great God Panβperhaps his most famous workβalong with βThe Inmost Lightβ and The White People deeply influenced later writers like H. P. Lovecraft. Stephen King has gone so far as to call The Great God Pan βmaybe the best [horror story] in the English
f High Mass had just been sung there, and--"He cut me short, and there was a certain grave solemnity in his manner that struck me almost with awe. "I know you are a railer," he said, and the phrase coming from this mild old gentleman astonished, me unutterably. "You are a railer and a bitter railer; I have read articles that you have written, and I know your contempt and your hatred for those you call Protestants in your derision; though your grandfather, the vicar of
en, the cabinets for many years of his lonely meditations. Every path about his home, every field and hedgerow had dear and friendly memories for him; and the odor of the meadowsweet was better than the incense steaming in the sunshine. He loitered, and hung over the stile till the far-off woods began to turn purple, till the white mists were wreathing in the valley.Day after day, through all that August, morning and evening were wrapped in haze; day after day the earth shimmered in the heat,
eer old stone that is," he went on, pointing to a block of limestone rising out of the turf just beneath the wall."It looks like a sort of dwarf pillar, but I suppose it is natural." "Oh, yes, I think so. I imagine it was brought here, though, as we stand on the red sandstone. No doubt it was used as a foundation stone for some older building." "Very likely." Dyson was peering about him attentively, looking from the ground to the wall, and from the wall to the
wing-room window, suddenly saw the heavy sash give way and fall on the child's fingers. The lady fainted, I think, but at any rate the doctor was summoned, and when he had dressed the child's wounded and maimed fingers he was summoned to the mother. She was groaning with pain, and it was found that three fingers of her hand, corresponding with those that had been injured on the child's hand, were swollen and inflamed, and later, in the doctor's language, purulent sloughing set in."Ambrose