By: Charlotte Haldane

“You are looking for the Absolute.”

By: E. and H. Heron

“A pallid head seemed to wag at him from the gloom below the cedar…”

By: Charlotte Haldane

All his criticism, hitherto, had been destructive.

By: E. and H. Heron

“I recollected Poe’s story of the Rue Morgue…”

By: Charlotte Haldane

Nicolette had been born a disciple.

By: E. and H. Heron

“Was he hanged? Or did he hang himself?”

By: Charlotte Haldane

‘Adrian is over-stabilized.’

By: Van Tassel Sutphen

Doom had fallen.

By: Charlotte Haldane

“The religious life is one endless revolt against the social life.”

By: Van Tassel Sutphen

“I have paid the price, and now I take what is my own.”

By: Charlotte Haldane

“I have never known the sort of love most people feel nowadays.”

By: Van Tassel Sutphen

He could kill them both, and almost at a single stroke…

By: Charlotte Haldane

‘This religious nonsense is preposterous.’

By: Van Tassel Sutphen

“See how his tongues of fire lick up the dust of Doom.”

By: Charlotte Haldane

“I find this world ‘far too good to be true’…”