"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."
Vanth was a female demon in the Etruscan underworld, frequently depicted alongside other manifestations of the same figure (two Vanths are better than one, apparently) or another underworld demon known as Charun (later referred to as Charu). She lacks a direct equivalent in Greek mythology and is frequently depicted as a winged, benevolent figure. She dresses as a huntress and has the role of guide to the Underworld. She’s today’s profile on my Patreon.
I love books from this publisher: they mostly curate publications of Gothic fiction coming from the public domain, but they’re splendidly curated, translated with love, and assembled in lovely products. They’ll let you discover and rediscover gems at the very heart of our contemporary horror
An astonishing anthology of what’s being called “Arabic futurism” because, as the preface explains well, the term “science fiction” is an invention of other cultures, and it might not apply to what we’re reading here.And what is it that we’re reading here?Stories about the future,
There was a light in Simon’s room as I entered my house. A vague impulse urged me to visit him. As I opened the door of his sitting-room unannounced, he was bending, with his back toward me, over a Carcel lamp, apparently engaged in minutely
I love books from this publisher: they mostly curate publications of Gothic fiction coming from the public domain, but they’re splendidly curated, translated with love, and assembled in lovely products. They’ll let you discover and rediscover gems at the very heart of our contemporary horror
An astonishing anthology of what’s being called “Arabic futurism” because, as the preface explains well, the term “science fiction” is an invention of other cultures, and it might not apply to what we’re reading here.And what is it that we’re reading here?Stories about the future,
There was a light in Simon’s room as I entered my house. A vague impulse urged me to visit him. As I opened the door of his sitting-room unannounced, he was bending, with his back toward me, over a Carcel lamp, apparently engaged in minutely
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