XV. Ordeal and Execution As he spoke one of the strangest looking men I ever beheld entered the chapel at the door through which Carmilla had made her entrance and her exit. He was tall, narrow-chested, stooping, with high shoulders, and dressed in black. His face was brown and dried in with deep furrows; he… Continue reading Carmilla: Week 15
XIV. The Meeting “My beloved child,” he resumed, “was now growing rapidly worse. The physician who attended her had failed to produce the slightest impression on her disease, for such I then supposed it to be. He saw my alarm, and suggested a consultation. I called in an abler physician, from Gratz. Several days elapsed… Continue reading Carmilla: Week 14
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ ** I received an ARC for an honest review ** Description These eleven tales of historical dark romance and horror will guide through the teeming streets and markets of old Hong Kong, the listless heat of French Senegal and the fog of Victorian London. Step inside penny arcades, shadow theatres and freak shows. These… Continue reading The Leper’s Garden and Other Contagions
XIII. The Woodman “There soon, however, appeared some drawbacks. In the first place, Millarca complained of extreme languor—the weakness that remained after her late illness—and she never emerged from her room till the afternoon was pretty far advanced. In the next place, it was accidentally discovered, although she always locked her door on the inside,… Continue reading Carmilla: Week 13
November is First Nations Month, so I’m reading and recommending quite a few amazing indigenous authors in genres spanning from epic fantasy, dystopian Grimdark fantasy to horror and weird fiction. Rebecca Roanhorse I’m currently reading Mirrored Heavens in the final in the Between Earth and Sky trilogy by Rebecca Roanhorse. This is an amazing epic… Continue reading First Nations Month Reads
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ ** I received an ARC for an honest review ** Description Flush with the victory of winning the election as Alaska's first Athabaskan Senator, Noni Begay wakes to find herself buried alive. When her coffin lid opens, though, it's not to rescue but to six years of captivity, betrayed by the one person she… Continue reading Ghost Girls & Rabbits
XI. The Story “With all my heart,” said the General, with an effort; and after a short pause in which to arrange his subject, he commenced one of the strangest narratives I ever heard. “My dear child was looking forward with great pleasure to the visit you had been so good as to arrange for… Continue reading Carmilla: Week 11
X. Bereaved It was about ten months since we had last seen him: but that time had sufficed to make an alteration of years in his appearance. He had grown thinner; something of gloom and anxiety had taken the place of that cordial serenity which used to characterize his features. His dark blue eyes, always… Continue reading Carmilla: Week 10
VII. Descending It would be vain my attempting to tell you the horror with which, even now, I recall the occurrence of that night. It was no such transitory terror as a dream leaves behind it. It seemed to deepen by time, and communicated itself to the room and the very furniture that had encompassed… Continue reading Carmilla: Week 7
IV. Her Habits—A Saunter I told you that I was charmed with her in most particulars. There were some that did not please me so well. She was above the middle height of women. I shall begin by describing her. She was slender, and wonderfully graceful. Except that her movements were languid—very languid—indeed, there was… Continue reading Carmilla: Week 4
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