Couching at the DoorPickle Partners Publishing, 21 okt 2016 - 199 pagina's In this collection of dark, supernatural tales the esteemed author D. K. Broster gave full reign to her vivid imagination. Sometimes—as in “The Window” or “The Pestering,” or “All Soul’s Day”—these are what we might call ‘explainable’ ghost stories: apparitions or hauntings whose origin is to be found in some violent or unjust action in the past. Other stories, “Couching at the Door” and “From the Abyss,” have little or no explanation, even in supernatural terms. Add to these an elegant reworking of the Persephone myth, “The Taste of Pomegranates,” the downright bloodthirsty “Clairvoyance,” and the psychological studies, “The Promised Land” and “The Pavement” which so well merit the heading ‘Madness and Obsession’, and you have a collection to disturb and unsettle the strongest nerves. Literary historian Jack Adrian describes Couching at the Door as “a pure masterwork, one of the most satisfying weird collections of the century”. |
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... , his brain, his feet must always be kept thoroughly warm; he had therefore cast over them, before settling into his semi-reclining position, a beautiful rose-coloured Indian sari of the purest and thickest silk, leaving the.
... , his brain, his feet must always be kept thoroughly warm; he had therefore cast over them, before settling into his semi-reclining position, a beautiful rose-coloured Indian sari of the purest and thickest silk, leaving the.
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... feet were clear of the bed. Then he fell upon it furiously, with blow after blow. But they had no effect on the furry, spineless thing; it merely gave under them and rippled up in another place. Augustine hit the bed, the floor; at last ...
... feet were clear of the bed. Then he fell upon it furiously, with blow after blow. But they had no effect on the furry, spineless thing; it merely gave under them and rippled up in another place. Augustine hit the bed, the floor; at last ...
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... feet in a flash. 'Do you mind if I go in?' he asked abruptly. 'I'm not...feeling very well.' If the thing could follow him it was of no use to go away. He returned to Abbot's Medding looking so much the worse for his change of air that ...
... feet in a flash. 'Do you mind if I go in?' he asked abruptly. 'I'm not...feeling very well.' If the thing could follow him it was of no use to go away. He returned to Abbot's Medding looking so much the worse for his change of air that ...
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... feet. If only I could make my drawings for the Two Queens more worthy—already it is an honour which overwhelms me that you should have selected me to do them—but they are not what they should be. I am not sufficiently liberated ...
... feet. If only I could make my drawings for the Two Queens more worthy—already it is an honour which overwhelms me that you should have selected me to do them—but they are not what they should be. I am not sufficiently liberated ...
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... feet against the door, huge, dark, sleeked with wet and flecked with bits of green waterweed, was something half-python, half gigantic cobra, its head drawn back as if to strike—its head, for in its former featureless tapering end were ...
... feet against the door, huge, dark, sleeked with wet and flecked with bits of green waterweed, was something half-python, half gigantic cobra, its head drawn back as if to strike—its head, for in its former featureless tapering end were ...
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CLAIRVOYANCE 36 | |
THE PAVEMENT 49 | |
THE WINDOW 60 | |
JUGGERNAUT 73 | |
THE PROMISED LAND 87 | |
THE PESTERING 104 | |
THE TASTE OF POMEGRANATES 132 | |
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