. 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.

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 […]