Carter brought along some of the moon-tree-sap wine from the zoogs, and offers it to Atal, and gets him good and drunk. Robbed of his reserve, poor Atal babbled freely of forbidden things. A long ways to the south, he … Continue reading →
The Skai river valley is a pleasant-sound place, all farms and chimneys and cottages and dogs. The dogs bark at the zoogs still trailing Carter, but he ignores them. He stops at a farmhouse and asks the people there if … Continue reading →
This first stop of Carter’s, the Enchanted Wood, holds a small nation of zoogs, nebulously-described nonhuman sapient entities small and brown and unseen that live in burrows. The Enchanted Wood touches the waking world in two places, says Lovecraft, though … Continue reading →
There’s a guy named Randolph Carter. Carter has experienced a recurring dream, in which he walked through a glorious city, impossibly beautiful. The dream ends abruptly, before he’s ready for it to conclude, and it stirs up Carter’s deepest emotional … Continue reading →
Odds are good, if you’re reading this, that you’re already passing familiar with H.P. Lovecraft and “the Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath,” but for the sake of anyone who isn’t, let me lay it all out. Howard Phillips Lovecraft (1890-1937) spent … Continue reading →
Book IX: not my favorite book by a long shot. I would go so far as to say this book of Le Morte D’Arthur was just sitting on my head and crushing it. It starts out pretty well, with the … Continue reading →
On his way to Hard Rock Castle, Tristram lodges at a manor where Sir Ector-the-Lesser and his lady-friend had stayed the night before, purely out of chance. At dinner, the host remarks that Ector’s girlfriend eagerly talked up her boyfriend’s … Continue reading →
Morgan lets Tristram leave. Afterwards, her paramour, Sir Hemison, mounts up in full arms and armor. “Where are you going, all dressed up?” she asks him. “Going to catch up to Tristram and joust him. I didn’t like the way … Continue reading →
“So tell you what, you tell me your name and I’ll let you go, Queen’s honor.” Morgan extends her hand, and she and Tristram shake on it. “All right then, I may as well tell you I’m Sir Tristram of … Continue reading →
Sir Dinadan’s strange adventure turns out to be pretty brief, and also to require a trigger warning perhaps, inasmuch as he meets a damosel who mak[es] great dole. Long story short, she tells Dinadan how Pitiless Bruce murdered her brother … Continue reading →
