The strange feelings that kept him thus awake were not easy to analyse, perhaps, but their origin was beyond all question:they grouped themselves about the picture of that deserted, tumble-down chalet on the mountain ridge where they had stopped for refreshment a few hours before.
. He saw towers and walls in nighted depths under the sea, and vortices of space where wisps of black mist floated before thin shimmerings of cold purple haze. And beyond all else he glimpsed an infinite gulf of darkness, where solid and semi-solid forms were known only by their windy stirrings, and cloudy patterns of force seemed to superimpose order on chaos and hold forth a key to all the paradoxes and arcana of the worlds we know.
It snatched beyond his reach at one fell swoop all that he most loved and enjoyed, destroying a thousand dreams, and painting the future a dull drab colour without hope. He was an idealist at heart, hating the sordid routine of the life he led as a business underling. His dreams were of the open air, of mountains, forests, and great plains, of the sea, and of the lonely
places of the world.
Tonight, powerful winds sweep across ancient alien wastelands. Fantastic worlds glimmer in all manner of cosmic luminescence. And something in the shadows drips slime then spiders or slithers into the dark recesses of caverns as we revive the horror, science fiction, and fantasy sorcerer, Clark Ashton Smith. Smith was a self-educated American poet, sculptor, painter […]
We are a channel honoring the yellowed, and blackened bones of many prominent authors. We will be digging up several obscure, strange, and forgotten authors who influenced many of the great horror, science fiction, and fantasy writer’s today. Comment below if you like. If you have authors that you’d like to see recognized list them […]
Jeffrey LeBlanc 