"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
Today's reading on my Patreon is "The Bridal Ornaments" by Johann August Apel, translated by David Lyndsay for Forget Me Not For 1827 (1826)....
The Afanc is one of the most notorious creatures in Welsh mythology, a water-dwelling monster that resides in lakes and rivers. Its physical appearance varies across different tales, with descriptions ranging from a giant beaver or crocodile-like beast to a monstrous, demonic entity with no definite shape. Some versions...
"Death Tokens" by Friedrich August Schulze, translated in The European Magazine, Volume 87, March 1825. You can read it today on my Patreon. ...
"The Black Chamber" by Johann August Apel, translated by Thomas De Quincey in Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Series 1, Volume 1 (1823). You can read it today on my Patreon....
"The Death’s Head" by Friedrich August Schulze from Tales of the Dead (1813), translated by Sarah Elizabeth Utterson. You can read it today on my Patreon....
The Ceffyl Dŵr is a creature from Welsh folklore, known as the "Water Horse", a ghostly horse-like being which haunts rivers, lakes, and misty moors, luring unsuspecting victims to their doom. It's often described as an ethereal, shape-shifting entity that can appear solid one moment...
"The Spectre Bride" by Friedrich August Schulze comes from German Stories (1826), translated by Robert Pearse Gillies. You can read it today and tomorrow on my Patreon. ...
“Wan the maiden was, Of saintly paleness, and there seem’d to dwell In the strong beauties of her countenance Something that was not earthly.” Southey’s Joan of Arc. “The clock has toll’d; and, hark! the bell Of death beats slow.” -- Mason’s Elegies. The novel comes from Tales of the Dead (1813), translated by...
The Gwrach y Rhibyn, also known as "The Hag of the Mist," is a figure from Welsh folklore often compared to the Irish Banshee. She is a harbinger of death, as her shrieks and wails warn of impending doom for those who hear them. She is described...
This next novel will be my first I-novel ever; of course, it won't be an I-novel of the Literary Establishment sort, but it will be an attempt to vivisect myself in which I will turn on myself the blade of psychological analysis that I have...
