A scene of spectral horror from Matthew G. Lewis' The Monk: Repose I wooed in vain. The agitation of my bosom chased away sleep. Restless in my mind, in spite of the fatigue of my body, I continued to toss about from side to side, till the Clock in a neighbouring Steeple struck 'One.' As I… Continue reading An episode of spectral horror from Matthew G. Lewis’s THE MONK
A message made of coffin-smells...
"The solemn bell of the grandfather clock in the downstairs hall tolled the hour, the eleven echoing reverberations reaching even into the closed upper chamber where three figures were seated about a round wooden table."
"Pharaoh himself could not have looked upon the children of Israel as they escaped him across the Red Sea with more bitter longing than the Vicomte de Castellane as he looked upon me."
"My dreams were full of disordered visions – of guillotines, of crosses…and of gleaming, wolfish eyes in the forest, watching the passage of my carriage as I travelled ever deeper into darkness."