By Algernon Blackwood
By way of turns extraordinary, unsettling, spooky, and stylish, old Sorceries and different bizarre tales showcases 9 incomparable tales from grasp magican Algernon Blackwood. Evoking the uncanny non secular forces of Nature, Blackwood's writings all tread the nebulous borderland among fable, awe, ask yourself, and horror. right here Blackwood screens his most sensible and most annoying work-including "The Willows," which Lovecraft singled out as "the unmarried best bizarre story in literature"; "The Wendigo"; "The madness of Jones"; and "Sand."
"Of the standard of Mr Blackwood''s genius there should be no dispute; for nobody has ever approached the ability, seriousness, and minute constancy whith which he documents the overtones of strangeness in traditional issues and experiences."—H.P. Lovecraft
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Jackpot! ” Prior’s member acted as though he were turning into a succubus himself. He didn’t like the sound of this. ” “Of course I’m not sure! That’s why we’re here! ” Prior couldn’t debate that reasoning, though somehow he was not reassured. He brought out his penis, and it tried to elude his grasp and hide. He hauled it out again, and it dangled like a decapitated snake. He massaged it, trying to work it into a suitable erection. The organ inflated only to half-mast, then began to subside. ” the succubus said.
It infected his eyes, making him painfully blind. Finally it penetrated to the membranes lining his spinal cord and the brain itself, and he knew he felt the onset of paralysis and insanity. About then he woke up in sweat so copious he could not be certain it wasn’t urine, and remembered that gonorrhea was not the worst of the venereal diseases. It was Monday, the beginning of his four-day working week. Prior was a parking lot surveyor—the reason he had been so put out about being ticketed himself.
His eyes wandered desperately about the beach, as though he could prevent others from watching him by watching them first. But nobody was paying him any attention, yet. He saw two toddlers playing near the water’s margin, using a toy shovel and fingers to shape a crumbly sand castle. The little boy was burying his legs at the same time, scooping gouts from the wet castle wall to his sister’s frustration. Full-blown, the solution came to Prior. He could bury his legs in sand, right up past the crotch!