This is probably my favourite among the traditional 1001 Nights, but it’s very rarely included in anthologies and it’s far into the 577° night, so people rarely reach it. Since I think it’s spooky as hell, let me give it to you today on my Patreon.

"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."
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
This is probably my favourite among the traditional 1001 Nights, but it’s very rarely included in anthologies and it’s far into the 577° night, so people rarely reach it. Since I think it’s spooky as hell, let me give it to you today on my Patreon.


Ah, Selma Lagerlöf. I haven’t read anything of hers since I was a kid and now, all of a sudden, I find myself reading three works of hers in two months. The first one was Men and Troll, a collection of short stories, and it’s

“Bal Macabre” (1908) is one of Gustav Meyrink’s most striking occult short stories: a hallucinatory, symbol-laden tale set in a decadent nightclub that turns into a vision of death, poison, and a secret society of the “apparently dead.” You might know the guy for The

Honoré de Balzac’s “The Red Inn” (L’Auberge rouge) is a short story first published in 1831 and later included among the Études philosophiques of La Comédie humaine. It’s a story-within-the-story. I’m not particularly fond of Balzac, but maybe you’ll enjoy it. In I know not

Ah, Selma Lagerlöf. I haven’t read anything of hers since I was a kid and now, all of a sudden, I find myself reading three works of hers in two months. The first one was Men and Troll, a collection of short stories, and it’s

“Bal Macabre” (1908) is one of Gustav Meyrink’s most striking occult short stories: a hallucinatory, symbol-laden tale set in a decadent nightclub that turns into a vision of death, poison, and a secret society of the “apparently dead.” You might know the guy for The

Honoré de Balzac’s “The Red Inn” (L’Auberge rouge) is a short story first published in 1831 and later included among the Études philosophiques of La Comédie humaine. It’s a story-within-the-story. I’m not particularly fond of Balzac, but maybe you’ll enjoy it. In I know not
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