by William Hope Hodgson
The1908 classic tale of cosmic terror. A reclusive man and his sister, isolated in an ancient country house in Ireland, confront malignant creatures from deep in the Earth. . . . "I leant forward, and peered over, and down into the Pit, just beneath where I stood; and saw no further than a hideous, white swine-face, that had risen to within a couple of yards of my feet. Below it, I could make out several others. As the Thing saw me, it gave a sudden, uncouth squeal, which was answered from all parts of the Pit. A gust of horror and fear took me, and I discharged my gun right into its face. My sister was coming towards me. "Run!" I shouted. "Run, for your life!" . . . "The book is more than a creepy story," says Max Gersh in his introduction. "Hodgson understood that true horror is a glimpse of the cosmic."