Status Updates From O Cão dos Baskervilles

the storyline tightens its grip. the moor grows heavier. baskerville hall feels quietly watched. nothing major happens, but an obvious unease seeps in. lots of small details and pieces coming together.

‘A hound it was…but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen. Fire burst from its open mouth, its eyes glowed with a smouldering glare, its muzzle and hackles..were outlined in flickering flame. Never in the delirious dream of a disordered brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish, be conceived than that dark form and savage face which broke upon us out of the wall of fog.’