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The sudden dismissal of Jessie Harcourt in a fashion boutique brought her into shock. It was as if she had an affair with a prince and she forced his to kiss her. This angered her boss, Madame Malmaison. But is everything the way Malmaison says or she want to substitute her?

The silence of the pine woods lay like a brooding cloak about the soul of Bristol McGrath. The black shadows seemed fixed, immovable as the weight of superstition that overhung this forgotten back-country. Vague ancestral dreads stirred at the back of McGrath’s mind; for he was born in the pine woods, and sixteen years of roaming about the world had not erased their shadows.

From a derelict shed adjoining a lonely road which stretched for miles across the Norfolk fens, a strange shape slid silently into the night mist. It was a motor-car of an unfamiliar design. The body, of gleaming aluminium, was of unusual width, and was lifted high above the delicate chassis and spidery bicycle wheels that seemed almost too fragile to bear the weight of an engine.

Wznowienie kultowego, pierwszego powojennego zbioru opowiadań weird fiction w Polsce. Wydanie zawiera dodatkowy tekst Ogród, nocne niebo. Oto nadchodzi wielki finał, wieńczący dzieło danse macabre, gdzie pośród szarpania i kotłowania rozpadają się ludzkie formy, zlewając się we wrzącą, broczącą krwią, poskręcaną kupę mięsa i żył. Łapiemy cuchnące czerwonym odorem powietrze, mokrzy od lepkiego, wstrętnego...