“ Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place. ” ― Rumi
Beyond the civilized world of Harrod's and high tea, there is a darker side to London -- a demi-monde of fog-enshrouded midnights and alleys eerily lit by gas lamps, stained with the blood of some of the most unspeakable crimes in history.This collection
A Brief Message From Our SponsorThe title of this volume is Stories Not for the Nervous. There are those who will argue that this title could apply to any of the various tomes of terror, sagas of suspense, or groupings of grue which I have, from time to t
A curse shall befall anyone who takes the bronze lamp out of Egypt, so a seer has said. Lady Helen Loring thinks such tales are sheer poppycock. She takes the lamp back to England, she places it on the mantelpiece at Serven Hall, and she disappears, just
