Dweller of the Dark

#necromancer #dragon #HWA De mortuis nil nisi bonum dicendum est (Of the dead, say nothing but good.)—Chilon of Sparta 600 B.C. "I hear the roar of fire and the screams of a dying world. I smell the charring of burnt souls. I feel the icy chill of Death. I feel the heated blast of Hell."--Brandon J Crookston (The Lore of Nocturnus) Welcome ….to…. Dweller of the Dark! We are a channel honoring the...

#HWA #clarkashtonsmith #vampires #horrorwriting #greatgodpan Welcome ….to…. Dweller of the Dark! We are a channel honoring the yellowed and blackened bones of many prominent authors. We will be digging up several obscure, strange, and forgotten authors who influenced many of the great horror, science fiction, and fantasy writers today. COMMENT if you have an author you’d like to raise from the dea...

"I stand chilled and alone in a desolate cane field next to a dead man. His neck is twisted and bent  at an unnatural angle. The yellowed waxen skin—rifled with wounds, of his throat and torso are  exposed. As I look on with a gust of a cold wind at my back, I notice chunks of flesh have been  torn from both. Maculations of crimson on leaves and the splatter of frozen blood surround...

#halloween #horror #hwa #horrorpoetry #johnkeats #vampire #nosferatu #scotland #horrorgram #instahorror #hplovecraft #faery #fairy #faen #sirens #harpies #ocean #moon #seahorror #samhain #allhallowseve #writingcommunity #robertehoward #death #owl #ghosts #phantoms #authortube #knights “I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; Who cried—”La belle Dame sans merci H...

#HWA #horrorwriting #jeffreyleblanc #dwellerofthedark #writingcommunity Welcome ….to…. Dweller of the Dark! We are a channel honoring the yellowed and blackened bones of many prominent authors. We will be digging up several obscure, strange, and forgotten authors who influenced many of the great horror, science fiction, and fantasy writers today. COMMENT if you have an author you’d like to raise f...

Welcome ….to…. Dweller of the Dark! We are a channel honoring the yellowed and blackened bones of many prominent authors. We will be digging up several obscure, strange, and forgotten authors who influenced many of the great horror, science fiction, and fantasy writers today. COMMENT if you have an author you’d like to raise from the dead. Rip out the throat and eviscerate the LIKE button below if...

#robertehoward #hwa #trolls #dwarves #goblins #writingcommunity #horrortube #authortube #instahorror I had no weapon nor did I feel the need of any; a strong, athletic youth, I was in addition an amateur boxer of ability, with a terrific punch in either hand. Now all the primal instincts surged redly within me; I was a cave man bent on vengeance against a tribe who sought to steal a woman of my fa...

"Couldn't eat or drink a thing," cried the other. " Good Lord, don't you see, man, I want to talk to someone first? I want to get it out of me to someone who can answer—answer. I've had nothing but trees to talk with for three days, and I can't carry it alone any longer. Those cursed, silent trees—I've told it 'em a thousand times. Now, just see here, it was this way. When we started out from camp...

#annerice #vampires #interviewwiththevampire #werewolf #horrorwriting #hwa #writingcommunity #neworleans #horrorgram #booktribe #instahorror #thewolfgift Welcome ….to…. Dweller of the Dark! We are a channel honoring the yellowed and blackened bones of many prominent authors. We will be digging up several obscure, strange, and forgotten authors who influenced many of the great horror, science ficti...

#grimreaper #nathanielhawthorne #christmashorror “And how is it with your views of a future life?” inquired the speculative clergyman. “Worse than with you,” said the old man, in a hollow and feeble tone; “for I cannot conceive it earnestly enough to feel either hope or fear. Mine,—mine is the wretchedness! This cold heart,—this unreal life! Ah! it grows colder still.” I t so chanced that at this...

“Suppose Jack the Ripper didn’t grow old? Suppose he is still a young man today? “ It’s a crazy theory, I grant you,” he said. “All the theories about the Ripper are crazy. The idea that he was a doctor. Or a maniac. Or a woman. The reasons advanced for such beliefs are flimsy enough. There’s nothing to go by. So why should my notion be any worse?” “ Because people grow older,” I reasoned with him...

"I n my tortured ears there sounds unceasingly a nightmare whirring and flapping, and a faint, distant baying as of some gigantic hound. It is not dream—it is not, I fear, even madness—for too much has already happened to give me these merciful doubts. St. John is a mangled corpse; I alone know why, and such is my knowledge that I am about to blow out my brains for fear I shall be mangled in the s...

“ He must be standing behind her now. He must have come in quietly, without saying anything. Perhaps he was going to put his arms around her, surprise her, startle her. Hence the shadow on the mirror. She turned ready to greet him. The room was empty. “ – Robert Bloch (The Hungry House) Welcome…to…Dweller of the Dark! We are a channel honoring the yellowed and blackened bones of many prominent aut...

“A vampire’s thirst is a deadly thing!”–Jeffrey LeBlanc (Blood & Dust) Welcome ….to…. Dweller of the Dark! We are a channel honoring the yellowed and blackened bones of many prominent authors. We will be digging up several obscure, strange, and forgotten authors who influenced many of the great horror, science fiction, and fantasy writers today. COMMENT below if you like. If you have authors t...

“White-hot agony lanced through his breast, throbbed in his eyeballs. His head seemed to be swelling, growing larger and larger; and suddenly he heard the exultant squealing of the rats. He began to scream insanely but could not drown them out. For a moment he thrashed about hysterically within his narrow prison, and then he was quiet, gasping for air. His eyelids closed, his blackened tongue prot...

“F or, staring down at himself, Roger Talquist had seen the face and the figure of the wood god Pan!” — Robert Bloch (The Seal of the Satyr) Welcome…to…Dweller of the Dark! We are a channel honoring the yellowed and blackened bones of many prominent authors. We will be digging up several obscure, strange, and forgotten authors who influenced many of the great horror, science fiction, and fantasy w...

“FEAR? Your pardon, Messieurs, but the meaning of fear you do not know. No, I hold to my statement. You are soldiers, adventurers. You have known the charges of regiments of dragoons, the frenzy of wind-lashed seas. But fear, real hair-raising, horror-crawling fear, you have not known. I myself have known such fear; but until the legions of darkness swirl from hell’s gate and the world flames to r...

"And now, the golden one was gone and in its place was the bloated, swollen obscenity of a thing long-drowned and dead, risen from the slime and to that slime returning.” Edgar Allan Poe & Robert Bloch (The Lighthouse ) Welcome…to…Dweller of the Dark! We are a channel honoring the yellowed and blackened bones of many prominent authors. We will be digging up several obscure, strange, and forgot...

“But in the corner, leaning against the wall, sat the little girl with red cheeks and smiling mouth, frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. The New Year’s sun rose upon a little pathetic figure. The child sat there, stiff and cold, holding the matches, of which one bundle was almost burned.”–Hans Christian Andersen (The Little Match Girl) Welcome ….to…. Dweller of the Dark! We are a...

#authortube #hwa #vampires #francismarioncrawford #swampfoxdescendent #italy #scalea #maratea #policastro #tower #hauntingromance #authortube #horrorgram #instahorror #horrorwriting #writingcommunity #calabria #neopolitan #sicilian “It was the eyes that grew dim. Little by little he came to know that some day the dream would not end when he turned away to go home, but would lead him down the gorge...

“For many years there lived near the town of Gallipolis, Ohio, an old man named Herman Deluse. Very little was known of his history, for he would neither speak of it himself nor suffer others. It was a common belief among his neighbors that he had been a pirate— if upon any better evidence than his collection of boarding pikes, cutlasses, and ancient flintlock pistols, no one knew. He lived entire...