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Post by šrincess šµuvstarr on Jun 16, 2021 15:54:23 GMT
Thank you.
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Post by jamesdoig on Jun 16, 2021 21:53:33 GMT
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Post by šrincess šµuvstarr on Jun 16, 2021 23:36:10 GMT
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Post by dem on Jun 19, 2021 12:41:35 GMT
Percy B. St. John - Buried Alive!: ( Jessie, The Mormon's Daughter, 1848). "The harem system, where eighty wives or more lived under one roof, or divan ā the parent abode ā had not, at the time of which we speak, been introduced. Mormonism, in its open defiance of the world, was not the hideous thing it is now ā shameless, reckless, vile ā beyond power of description. But even in its early days, when polygamy was restricted to two, or, at most, three wives, it was revolting enough.". Walter de Vere, formerly of England where he is wanted for fraud and embezzler, has his Mormon cronies abduct young Sarah Paulding, whom he is determined to take for Wife Mk III. Sarah, quite rightly outraged at her treatment, denounces the scoundrel at the altar, while her friend informs de Vere's henchman that Jessie has raised a troop against the evil sect! The Mormon's flee - but not before digging a deep pit and burying Miss Paulding to her neck! Will the cavalry reach her 'ere she expires in agony? Anon - Stanfield Hall: ( London Journal, 1849-50). Abram the Jew saves the life of Robert of Artois, patiently nursing him back to health over a period of days. What a nice bloke! Except, Abram's motives have nothing to do with kindness. He holds the prior's son responsible for the death of Rachel, his beloved daughter - that's her embalmed corpse propped up in the cellar - and is not one to forgive and forget. "I will not take thy life, for that were mercy, not revenge; but I will so change thee, that eāen thy mother could not, were she living, recognize her child. A premature old age shall replace thy manly strength ā a gift thou hast so oft abused; the muscles of thy scornful brow and haughty cheek I will dissect away, till not one lineament remain of Robert of Artois. Iāll change thy raven hair to grey, and pluck thy beard from off thy living face. Then, when thou art deformed in person as well as mind, when not one trace remains for men to know thee by, I'll send thee into the world to beg, to rot, to starve, to be the scorn of those who lately licked the dust from off thy feet. What thinkest thou, Christian ā shall I not be revenged ?ā
āHorrible!ā shrieked his prisoner. āMercy! Mercy!ā We expect Abram is just messing around. He can't mean it, can he? More pdfs, courtesy of Horrormasters {RIP}
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Post by dem on Jun 20, 2021 8:56:15 GMT
Thomas Frost - The Abduction: ( Paul The Poacher, 1850). Lucy Copsley, the object of unwanted advances from the lecherous Earl of Rona, rashly accepts a ride from from a kindly cart driver. Alas, the good Samaritan is none other that Captain Fitzflash, the Earl's confederate, in rustic disguise! Bound and gagged the "pretty flutterer" is manhandled to a gloomy subterranean vault. The Earl gives it her straight. Either she agree to his demands, or "you will compel me to carry the fortress of your chastity by assault." Anon - The Rosicrucian: ( Reynolds Miscellany, ?). Rejected in love by beautiful Hermoine, Count Arman turns his back on the world, retires to his Nurnberg tower to study alchemy, magic and the profounder secrets of the Rosicrucians. One night in the forest, a mysterious stranger hands him an ancient volume - a grimoire! Arman summons a spirit who promises his hearts desire in exchange for his soul. Arman holds firm - there is nothing worth the sacrifice of his most precious possession - until the spirit reminds him that Hermoine can yet be his. Attachments:The Abduction.pdf (23.52 KB)
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Post by helrunar on Jun 20, 2021 18:42:41 GMT
Wonderful illustration. The eeee-vil Earl of Rona would have been a marvelous part for Tod Slaughter. Perhaps he essayed the role in a stage adaptation.
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Post by dem on Jun 21, 2021 13:23:11 GMT
Wonderful illustration. The eeee-vil Earl of Rona would have been a marvelous part for Tod Slaughter. Perhaps he essayed the role in a stage adaptation. H. There was a lot of it about. Haining spares us a chapter from Jean, but illustration gives us an idea of what we're missing.
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Post by dem on Jun 23, 2021 11:55:59 GMT
J. H. Ingraham - The League Of 'The Thirty': With the death of Robespierre and the end of the Terror, Pierre Robert returns, penniless, to Paris with vengeance on his mind for all the family and friends lost to the guillotine. To this end, L'Anglaise - as he's known - assembles a fearless band of bloodthirsty Aristocrats to wage war on mankind! The League keep score of their victims by slashing an ear from every corpse until they are piled high upon a table in the Black Hall. No scrimping on horrors; "The head that wore that coronet is food for worms."
Charles Stevens - Jack Rushton: or, Alone In The Pirates' Lair: (Boys Of England, 1866). The ship taken, his captain and crew perished, Jack falls into the clutches of Mark Ambrose, cut-throat pirate, who despite his murderous ways - "I have come to look on the shedding of blood with as much indifference as the pouring out of water" - is a big softy at heart. Under Jack's encouragement Ambrose relates the circumstances that led to his sailing under the Jolly Roger. A tale of treachery, press-gang, vendetta and lashings of lashings. Boys own adventure, if youth in question is pet-torturing psychopath.
Anon - The Arena Of Blood: (Caractacus, Champion Of The Arena, 1868) Gory gladiatorial combat before the Emperor Claudius and an appreciative Agrippina. Caractacus, heroic Brit, is matched against Arvigargus, who sold out his country for Roman gold and betrayed Caractacus and his men into slavery. To the winner, freedom, death to the loser. Heads will roll!
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Post by dem on Jun 28, 2021 14:47:11 GMT
"Goodness gracious! ā Oh, the pies! ā confound it!" 'Thomas Peckett Prest' [James Malcolm Rymer] - The Last Batch Of Pies: ( The String of Pearls: A Romance, 1846). "In Lincoln's Inn, it may be said, that the affections of the clerks oscillated between Lovett's pies and sheep's heads." Condensed from the later chapters of the story so best avoided if you plan to read it in its entirety. A falling out between Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett, whose conscience hourly gets the better of her. She demands Todd settle what he owes so she may flee the country before she is reduced to a raving madwoman. Todd promises his partner in horror a whopping Ā£20,000 at midnight, and plots her demise. His problems are mounting. Down in the cellar, the new 'cook' is proving uncooperative and will have to be murdered before the night is done. Good thing he is yet to realise the new assistant, Charley the orphan boy, is, in fact, Joanna Oakley, the fiancee of his most recent victim, in drag! Meanwhile, in the vaults below Bell Yard, a third party makes a horrific discovery! Bracebridge Hemyng - The Road To Adventure: ( Jack Harkaway's Schooldays, 1871) "Let us not be misunderstood. We are no advocates for running away; boys who run away from their schools generally turns out scamps in later life. They show an independence of action and a strong self-will, in which it is very injurious for the young to indulge" In Jack's case, however, there are extenuating circumstances. Nobody likes him and the headmaster is beastly. One wet stormy night he makes a break for it. Some miles from the school, he finds a shed and beds down in straw. He is not alone ... Damn. We really could have done with a Vol II of this one.
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Post by šrincess šµuvstarr on Jun 28, 2021 15:41:18 GMT
I don't think I could manage an entire Penny Dreadful, many seem huge, and I'd probably be worn down by the style, so I think this would be perfect for sampling the contents of Mrs Lovett's pies and other wares...
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Post by dem on Jun 28, 2021 19:04:52 GMT
I don't think I could manage an entire Penny Dreadful, many seem huge, and I'd probably be worn down by the style, so I think this would be perfect for sampling the contents of Mrs Lovett's pies and other wares... Rymer's The String of Pearls: A Romance is reasonable - 260 pages in the budget Wordsworth edition - but it seems to be an exception. Some are too terrifyingly long to even think about. I so admire those who have the patience. I read Varney the Vampyre several lifetimes ago, but not sure I'd have the stamina to do so again. Peter Haining's selection is ideal as, most of the extracts are stand alone stories. No shortage of fiends, either. The Abduction, in particular, is horrible.
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