RAMSEY CAMPBELL: CREATURES OF THE POOL
'They aren't my stories.'
'If they're the city's, that's better still isn't it? It made you and they're part of it just like you.'
'They aren't my stories.'
'If they're the city's, that's better still isn't it? It made you and they're part of it just like you.'
‘Perhaps it was his love of the mythical past, King Arthur and his knights, that brought him back. Or perhaps he felt as I did, that real change could only be affected in the place that you most understood: home’
Read MoreAndrew sips his beer below the pylons, thinking of mad creators as he watches a cormorant skim low over the water. He wishes he understood more and had the patience to read the books he’s earmarked online about the kabbalah, Gnostics, Wiccans and Sufis. Sometimes he marvels at the early monks committing slow suicide on Skellig Michael, the bloody mess made of the backs of Iranian dervishes. It occurs to him all transcendence requires some sort of death, of pain, and he wonders if he could ever truly commit to anything.
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