“ This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor...Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. ” ― 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
