High up, crowning the grassy summit of a swelling mound whose sides are wooded near the base with the gnarled trees of the primeval forest, stands the old chateau of my ancestors. For centuries its lofty battlements have frowned down upon the wild and rugged countryside about, serving as a home and stronghold for the proud house whose honoured line is older even than the moss-grown castle walls. These ancient turrets, stained by the storms of generations and crumbling under the slow yet mighty pressure of time, formed in the ages of feudalism one of the most dreaded and formidable fortresses in all France. From its machicolated parapets and mounted battlements Barons, Counts, and even Kings had been defied, yet never had its spacious halls resounded to the footsteps of the invader.Read More The Alchemist By H. P. Lovecraft
Spookiness and wit abound in this unhallowed tale of lust, madness and submarines.Read More The Satanic Bridegroom by Joe Gola
Time for some more of my strange doodles and their funny little stories! Enjoy 🙂Read More Look at those Doodles with their Funny Little Stories!
Poisonous fungi in brick and stone flow’ring,
Lanterns that shudder and death-lights that glow.
Valerie and Her Week of Wonders is a fantastic surreal fairy tale (Grimm style) in which nasty priests prey and the sexual awakening of thirteen(!) year old Valerie blooms. A strange combination of menstruation and a pair of earrings allows the young protagonist to see the world as it really is. This is a […]Read More Valerie and Her Week of Wonders (1970)
I don’t remember not loving Edward Gorey, creator of such books as The Lost Lions; or, Having Opened the Wrong Envelope, The Iron Tonic; or, a Winter Afternoon in a Lonely Valley and of course, The Gashlycrumb Tinies. As well as creating his own books, Gorey also designed covers for Doubleday, illustrated calendars and designed […]Read More Edward Gorey (1925-2000)