“Heave to, there’s something floating to the leeward” the speaker was a short stockily built man whose name was William Jones. he was the captain of a small cat boat in which he & a party of men were sailing at the time the story opens. “Aye aye sir” answered… Continue Reading
CHAPTER III JONATHAN HARKER’S JOURNAL—continued WHEN I found that I was a prisoner a sort of wild feeling came over me. I rushed up and down the stairs, trying every door and peering out of every window I could find; but after a little the conviction of my helplessness overpowered… Continue Reading
(Nothing in this article is to be considered as an attempt to advance any theory in opposition to accepted history. It is simply a fictional background for a series of fiction-stories. When I began writing the Conan stories a few years ago, I prepared this ‘history’ of his age and… Continue Reading
CHAPTER II JONATHAN HARKER’S JOURNAL—continued 5 May.—I must have been asleep, for certainly if I had been fully awake I must have noticed the approach of such a remarkable place. In the gloom the courtyard looked of considerable size, and as several dark ways led from it under great round… Continue Reading
1. The Bedroom The sunlight came in through the cracks of the blinds. Particles of dust were floating through the air and gleamed in the light. Joel’s apartment was bright and quite messy. Bright due to the fact that the walls were white with nothing hanging up. Joel’s comforter on… Continue Reading
Hey there weirdos! For those you that have been keep track of the brief history of Weird Mask, you will remember that in early issue of the print zine, there were quite a few stories of old. That was were my love for the genre came from. Edgar Allan Poe,… Continue Reading
Chapter 1: Brigands in the Ruins The sinking sun cast the thin, hard line of the Saint’s shadow on the road in front of him. His horse was restive as night slowly approached. Sun-scorched fields stretched away on either side of the dirt road. The far horizon… Continue Reading
CHAPTER I JONATHAN HARKER’S JOURNAL (Kept in shorthand.) 3 May. Bistritz.—Left Munich at 8:35 P. M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was an hour late. Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the glimpse which I got of it from… Continue Reading
