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176 pages, Paperback
First published April 4, 2019
It is a little after midday; but the sky is the colour of mud—do you understand?—grey mud! Down from it there hang vast lappets of clouds. Not such clouds as I have ever before seen; but monstrous, mildewed-looking hulls. They show solid, save where the frightful wind tears their lower edges into great feelers that swirl savagely above us, like the tentacles of some enormous Horror. (44)
I know now why we are afraid of the dark. I had never imagined such secrets of the sea and the grave (which are one and the same). (44)
I was aware in a funny, subconscious, introspective fashion that the ‘creep’ had come upon me (…) (63)
As the door flew open, the sound beat out at us, with an effect impossible to explain to one who has not heard it—with a certain, horrible personal note in it; as if in there in the darkness you could picture the room rocking and creaking in a mad, vile glee to its own filthy piping and whistling and honing; and yet all the time aware of you in particular. (109)
I could see it for some minutes beforehand, tearing the sea, in the gloom, into a wall of phosphorescent foam (…) (156)
“Brighter grew the brilliance of those lights until their vidid green-ness smote intolerably up into the violet impalpableness like two transparent pillars through which played a shiver of lambent flame, and suddenly the murky vastness beneath were heaved upwards into a might wave that drove towards us threateningly.” (235)