Category: Short Stories
Beyond the miserable poverty of Creston, its squalid ignorance and its rotting antiquity, there is something more appalling--something that has always seemed to me like a colossal, invisible spider, gloating over the broken victims in its intangible, unbreakable web. I had esc...
Beyond the miserable poverty of Creston, its squalid ignorance and its rotting antiquity, there is something more appalling--something that has always seemed to me like a coloss...
2. Part 2"Clay," he said solemnly, "I beg you to trust me, as if I were your true father. I want you to leave Valyne--to go away, without making me tell you the secret of your life."
3. Part 3The stooped old hag came suddenly toward me and thrust the sputtering lamp into my face. The skeletal fingers of one claw-like hand sank savagely into my arm. Her piercing eyes...