And so, I have just come to the end of a lot of nine novels from the remarkable publisher known as Valancourt Books. And what an ennead they were! In chronological order: Ernest G. Henham’s Tenebrae (1898), a tale of fratricide, guilt, madness … and giant spiders; R.C. Ashby’s He Arrived at Dusk (1933), which tells of the ghost of a Roman centurion haunting modern-day Northumberland; G.S. Marlowe’s I Am Your Brother (1935),
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I suppose that's gotta be it, Marion. Not exactly MY idea of a lost-world/lost-race novel, but I guess the folks…
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Do it! One of the best things I've read in recent years.
This reminds me. I want to read Addie LaRue.