By: Julian Huxley
Not a necropolis, but a histopolis.
By: A. Merritt
“I crawled up and up.”
“I should call this the Institute of Religious Tissue Culture.”
“I rushed up and past that unseen Horror.”
Why not take the opportunity of doing a little research work?
“Their whispering grew into a chant.”
“We can render visible the blood’s hidden nature and reality.”
It lurked, it brooded, it threatened…
My God, what a crowd!
“It was appalling — it was
“An impression of enormous upright slugs…”
“Before me was — sheer space!”
The whispering grew louder.
By: Algernon Blackwood
“Gone! gone! gone!” cried a thick, whispering voice.