The Moon Pool and Other Wonders
H. P. Lovecraft, A. Merritt, Edward Bulwer-Lytton, Arthur Machen
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Where does fantasy end and horror begin? Is there beauty in terror? Does horror possess a spiritual dimension? In these five classic tales written by acknowledged masters of the supernatural, these disturbing questions are explored…but not fully answered.
In his famous essay, “Supernatural Horror in Literature,” horror master H. P. Lovecraft singled out several novelettes as classics. Lovecraft, the 20th century’s greatest practitioner of his craft, was widely read and had impeccable taste in the literature of the fantasy and the supernatural. We’ve collected some of the most memorable of those stories Lovecraft praised for The Moon Pool and Other Wonders.
“The Moon Pool”
by A. Merritt.
“The House and the Brain”
by Lord Edward Bulwer-Lytton.
by H. P. Lovecraft.
“The Great God Pan”
by Arthur Machen.
“What The Moon Brings”
by H. P. Lovecraft.
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“The Moon Pool” by A. Merritt. From the June 22, 1918 All-Story Weekly magazine.
“The House and the Brain” by Lord Edward Bulwer-Lytton. 1859 by Blackwood’s Magazine.
“The Moon-Bog” by H. P. Lovecraft. From the June 1926 Weird Tales magazine.
“The Great God Pan” by Arthur Machen. 1894
“What The Moon Brings” by H. P. Lovecraft. 1923 by The National Amateur.
all efforts to soothe the animal in vain, and fearing that his bite might be as venomous in that state as in the madness of hydrophobia, I left him alone, placed my weapons on the table beside the fire, seated myself, and recommenced my Macaulay. I now became aware that something interposed between the page and the light — the page was overshadowed: I looked up, and I saw what I shall find it very difficult, perhaps impossible, to describe. It was a darkness shaping itself forth from the air in
clear liquid — on that liquid floated a kind of compass, with a needle shifting rapidly round; but instead of the usual points of the compass were seven strange characters, not very unlike those used by astrologers to denote the planets. A peculiar but not strong nor displeasing odour came from this drawer, which was lined with a wood that we afterward discovered to be hazel. Whatever the cause of this odour, it produced a material effect on the nerves. We all felt it, even the two workmen who
shrill piping that awaked me, yet that piping was not what I noticed first when I opened my eyes. I was lying with my back to the east window overlooking the bog, where the waning moon would rise, and therefore expected to see light cast on the opposite wall before me; but I had not looked for such a sight as now appeared. Light indeed glowed on the panels ahead, but it was not any light that the moon gives. Terrible and piercing was the shaft of ruddy refulgence that streamed through the Gothic
was looking at her, and afterwards, when I was going home, I had a curious feeling that very expression was in some way or another familiar to me.” “You must have seen her in the Row.” “No, I am sure I never set eyes on the woman before; it is that which makes it puzzling. And to the best of my belief I have never seen anyone like her; what I felt was a kind of dim far-off memory, vague but persistent. The only sensation I can compare it to, is that odd feeling one sometimes has in a dream,
some kind that they hold during the full moon! That’s why they were so eager to have us keep away, too.’ “I felt a curious sense of relief, although I had not been sensible of any oppression. The explanation seemed good. It explained the tinkling music and also the chanting — worshipers, no doubt, in the ruins — their voices carried along passages I now knew honeycombed the whole Nan-Matal. “ ‘Let’s slip over,’ suggested Stanton — but I would not. “ ‘They’re a difficult lot as it is.’ I said.