inspiredlamb
Crab On The Rampage
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Post by inspiredlamb on Oct 19, 2021 15:08:36 GMT
Along with Ron Weighell's novel "King Satyr", this is the best news of current book season. That's great to hear. Thank you.
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Post by 𝘗rincess 𝘵uvstarr on Oct 20, 2021 8:51:37 GMT
This looks terrific. Well done on putting it together (glad it was fun!) and take a bow for that cover artwork - fabulous. Thank you so much. It really was fun. I didn't realise when I started doing the work on the previous republished books just how much I was going to enjoy it. It must be in the genes, I guess. Putting this one out is both thrilling and a little scary. Cover art and web design is pretty much my living, so I was at least confident about that side of it! It's nice that you are able to work on something with a link to your father. It looks a nice book.
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Post by dem bones on Oct 21, 2021 11:04:59 GMT
Paul Hardy In the Interests of Science, The Strand, May 1892. Got started on And Midnight Never Come. Hume Nisbet - Marie St. Pierre: ( The Haunted Station & Other Stories, 1894). "We were all assembled, a gay company — a very gay company — and I was the gayest of the gay... " The final hours of a beautiful young actress hurt in love. Bent on suicide, Marie is determined to leave an umblemished corpse. The best laid plans, and all that. E. R. Suffling - Eccles Old Tower: The Story Hunter, or Tales of the Wild & Weird, 1896). Misadventure of a would-be body-snatcher in a Norfolk churchyard, obliged to intervene in the affair of a three hundred years dead Dutch sailor and the girl he murdered on her wedding day. Only her forgiveness will set his wandering bones at peace. Amyas Northcote - Mr Mortimer’s Diary: ( In Ghostly Company, 1922). To the untrained eye, unlikely as it seems, gentleman antiquarian Mr. Roger Mortimer died of self-strangulation, doggedly throttling himself in his room after dining at the Megatherium Club. Aficionado's of the macabre, noting the terrified expression on that ghastly white face suspect otherwise. Could it be that the vengeful ghost of the man whose research he pilfered finally caught up with him? Anonymous - In the Interest of Science: The Story of a Burglary: ( The Strand, May 1892). Novice housebreaker George Martins falls into the clutches of Doctor Engler and Doctor Langner, who, though retired, still like to keep his hand in at the mortuary. The medics are delighted to have found a volunteer for a gory experiment in blood transfusion .... To be continued. Should you wish to try some sample stories, The Bead Necklace and The Headless Leper both featured on Vault Advent Calendars past.
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Post by dem bones on Oct 22, 2021 9:48:18 GMT
Mrs. G. Linnaeus Banks - Judgement Deferred: (Through the Night, 1882). Longest and, for me, the pick of the stories so far. The bloodiest mutiny aboard the Begum, bound from India to London. The corpses of captain, mate, various seamen and a dog strewn gashed and gored across the deck. Making away with the pick of the cargo, the renegades can afford some belated magnanimity, and leave behind a solitary passenger to fend for himself. When fortuitously picked up by a passing ship, the survivor gives his name as Alfred Stanhope, heir to a Warwickshire mansion, a townhouse and a fortune. But all this means nothing to him! How can it, when his poor young private secretary, Oliver Craven, is slain! That's him, floating out there, wrapped in a sail, dead eyes fixing his master a horrible glare. O, the tragedy of it! Poor Craven was returning home to wed his sweetheart, Miss Mary Lloyd, the sainted schoolmistress!
Stanhope duly inherits, but he is a haunted, broken man, reclusive, miserable and terrified of dogs - Much to the chagrin of the local hunt, he refuses to allow one on the premises. And worse, he has a terrible confession to unburden on the woman he loves.
A minor classic of Victorian misery porn lite, building to a truly spectacular courtroom finale.
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Post by 𝘗rincess 𝘵uvstarr on Oct 22, 2021 10:29:01 GMT
Mrs. G. Linnaeus Banks - Judgement Deferred: ( Through the Night, 1882). Longest and, for me, the pick of the stories so far. The bloodiest mutiny aboard the Begum, bound from India to London. The corpses of captain, mate, various seamen and a dog strewn gashed and gored across the deck. Making away with the pick of the cargo, the renegades can afford some belated magnanimity, and leave behind a solitary passenger to fend for himself. When fortuitously picked up by a passing ship, the survivor gives his name as Alfred Stanhope, heir to a Warwickshire mansion, a townhouse and a fortune. But all this means nothing to him! How can it, when his poor young private secretary, Oliver Craven, is slain! That's him, floating out there, wrapped in a sail, dead eyes fixing his master a horrible glare. O, the tragedy of it! Poor Craven was returning home to wed his sweetheart, Miss Mary Lloyd, the sainted schoolmistress! Stanhope duly inherits, but he is a haunted, broken man, reclusive, miserable and terrified of dogs - Much to the chagrin of the local hunt, he refuses to allow one on the premises. And worse, he has a terrible confession to unburden on the woman he loves. A minor classic of Victorian misery porn lite, building to a truly spectacular courtroom finale. The author's work sounds interesting. In her most famous novel The Manchester Man she depicts actual events such as the Peterloo Massacre and a ship's sinking, so she didn't shy away from violence and misfortune. I'm going to take a look. Here is the author, I'm sure just as you imagined her:
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Post by 𝘗rincess 𝘵uvstarr on Oct 22, 2021 10:32:55 GMT
This is the ship's sinking she mentions. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emma_(1828_ship)The Emma in 1828. It has this gruesome description: Several surgeons were called to the scene of the accident, including Kinder Wood, Joseph Jordan, and the politician and educationalist James Phillips Kay.[10] His attempts to resuscitate some of the passengers included the use of a hot-bath[clarification needed], and then the use of a pair of bellows into an incision he had made into the wind-pipe; in two instances this proved successful. He also gave transfusions to some passengers, using blood from men and, as a last resort, a dog.[6][7]
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Post by Michael Connolly on Oct 22, 2021 11:39:53 GMT
Mrs. G. Linnaeus Banks - Judgement Deferred: ( Through the Night, 1882). Longest and, for me, the pick of the stories so far. The bloodiest mutiny aboard the Begum, bound from India to London. The corpses of captain, mate, various seamen and a dog strewn gashed and gored across the deck. Making away with the pick of the cargo, the renegades can afford some belated magnanimity, and leave behind a solitary passenger to fend for himself. When fortuitously picked up by a passing ship, the survivor gives his name as Alfred Stanhope, heir to a Warwickshire mansion, a townhouse and a fortune. But all this means nothing to him! How can it, when his poor young private secretary, Oliver Craven, is slain! That's him, floating out there, wrapped in a sail, dead eyes fixing his master a horrible glare. O, the tragedy of it! Poor Craven was returning home to wed his sweetheart, Miss Mary Lloyd, the sainted schoolmistress! Stanhope duly inherits, but he is a haunted, broken man, reclusive, miserable and terrified of dogs - Much to the chagrin of the local hunt, he refuses to allow one on the premises. And worse, he has a terrible confession to unburden on the woman he loves. A minor classic of Victorian misery porn lite, building to a truly spectacular courtroom finale. The author's work sounds interesting. In her most famous novel The Manchester Man she depicts actual events such as the Peterloo Massacre and a ship's sinking, so she didn't shy away from violence and misfortune. I'm going to take a look. Here is the author, I'm sure just as you imagined her: Yes. Just as I imagined. She's clearly a man.
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Post by dem bones on Oct 22, 2021 18:13:26 GMT
Paul Hardy André de Lorde - Waxworks: (Charles Lloyd [ed], Terrors, 1933). Also known, if you are as mischievous as Peter Haining, as The Waxwork Museum, a "forgotten" story by the subject of his thrilling Gaston LeRoux Bedside Companion. To prove his fearlessness, Pierre de Lienne accepts a wager to spend the night alone in the Montemarte Fair Wax Museum, even insists on doing without a lantern. A one way ticket to the lunatic asylum. F. Startin Pilleau - The Vision of Inverstrathy Castle: ( The Strand, Dec. 1894). Narrator Bob is invited to a weekend grouse shoot at Tom Farquharsen's ancestral home in Sutherlandshire. The room allocated him is haunted; on three consecutive nights, Bob watches helpless as a young woman in evening dress is stabbed through the heart by a tall, handsome scoundrel! The reenactment of a murder, or a premonition of one to be? On the second morning of his stay, Bob is aghast to meet the original of the victim from his vision among the guests. To further complicate matters, Miss Dora Craig bears an uncanny resemblance to the portrait of the sixteenth Lady Betty Colquhoun, who vanished in mysterious circumstances, "eloped with her lover," according to joyless husband, Ronald. Tom and Bob's subsequent discovery of Lady Betty's skeleton concealed behind a wall suggests that Dora is safe, but back in London, Bob has a nasty surprise when he trails a man to Pall Mall's Megatherium Club (see also the Amyas Northcote story. It was quite the happening venue) .... Paul Hardy The Vision of Inverstrathy Castle
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Post by dem bones on Oct 23, 2021 12:10:12 GMT
Paul Hardy F. Startin Pilleau - The Vision of Inverstrathy Castle: Sequel: ( The Strand, Dec. 1895). A string of convenient Farquharsen fatalities sees Sir Philip Clipstone leapfrog three heirs apparent to inherit the castle and properties, marrying Miss Craig in the process. Bob is distressed that Sir Philip, who he first set eyes on at his club, is a ringer for the killer dastardly of his vision! Happily, the newlyweds are besotted with one another — to begin with. It is only Dora gives birth to a son that Bob (he never misses a grouse shoot) realises that all is not well between them. Will history repeat? Ghosts, indelible bloodstains, astonishing coincidences, homicidal lunatics, forgotten skeletons in walled up dungeons — if you like your melodrama laid on thick this story is most assuredly for you. Frederick Carruthers - The Follower: ( A Rip Van Winkle of the Kalahari & Other Tales of South West Africa, 1915). Carfax, a prospector in German South West Africa , is stalked across the sand dunes by a mummified killer bandit who wants his diamond haul returned. I liked the opening trio well enough, but things have really picked up a gear since Mrs. G. Linnaeus Banks hit the scene. The Follower is a gem, and the sequel to ....Inverstrathy Castle is outrageous! There's even something for fans of foaming hydrophobia horror.
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Post by 𝘗rincess 𝘵uvstarr on Oct 23, 2021 12:15:20 GMT
This is how I imagine you when you are reading:
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inspiredlamb
Crab On The Rampage
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Post by inspiredlamb on Oct 23, 2021 20:33:48 GMT
This is how I imagine you when you are reading: That's exactly what I imagined when I put it together.
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Post by 𝘗rincess 𝘵uvstarr on Oct 23, 2021 21:23:46 GMT
Is the book content shocking? Will I need my swooning couch?
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Post by 𝘗rincess 𝘵uvstarr on Oct 23, 2021 21:39:20 GMT
I have to warn you I'm not easily shocked though. Even though I was brought up by nuns I'm very modern. Here is myself and Shrink Proof in one of the most exciting places for adventure and intellectual derring-do on our turnip shaped planet! A place of poets (who spend their time writing sonnets to me), authors, and philosophers: The Vault Working Men's Club. The lounge naturally. Here is my champion Dr Strange in the same Working Men's Club: As you can tell he is a beast.
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Post by 𝘗rincess 𝘵uvstarr on Oct 23, 2021 21:44:27 GMT
Here is me watching Swampirella get carried away. Who is that strange man dancing? He seems to have goat legs.
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inspiredlamb
Crab On The Rampage
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Post by inspiredlamb on Oct 23, 2021 22:46:23 GMT
Is the book content shocking? Will I need my swooning couch? Shocking or not, one should swoon at least once a day. For medicinal purposes.
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