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A popular author in his time, Bernard Capes is less well-known today, though is best remembered for his speculative fiction. He left behind numerous stories in other genres, however, and 24 of these are collected here. There are mysteries (as in "The Poison Bottle" and "The Lost Notes"), rogues (in "An Apostolic Catspaw" and "A Gallows-Bird"), and humor ("A Cure for Consumption"). This is a great collection for the short story enthusiast, with...

Bernard Capes is not as well known as many other classic writers of speculative fiction, but he left behind a wide range of stories involving ghosts, werewolves, and other supernatural elements. His work shows a depth of language, and a enjoyment for the craft of writing itself. This collection includes 41 stories of romance, mystery, vengeance, horror, humor, and the weird.

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Excerpt from The Fabulists Picture to yourself a waste of troubled sea, grey green as ploughed stubble, and, sown all over with white bosses like scattered stones. The wind is southerly and vicious, the Sky stoops torn and low. Away there over the long Bill of Portland stretches a tiny streak, whose ashen under-shadows half Obscure, half reveal, a populous city Of battleships, as unsubstantial in seeming as lightning-charged clouds. But long ...

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Excerpt from Where England Sets Her Feet: A RomanceShe sighed, and caught the child to her bosom. 'these be my toils, ' said She. 'i will hold my tongue, lest by loosing it I loose them.' This happened in the year 1560, and thereafter for the space of thirteen summers, his numbering but two when he arrived, Brion abode and throve sweetly under that friendly roof.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and cla...

Excerpt from At a Winter's Fire It was the toothed summit of the Aiguille Verte, now prosaically bathed in the light Of the full moon, but to me, looking from that grim and passionless hollow, it stood for the white hand Of God lifted in menace to the evil spirits of the glen. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an ...

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Excerpt from Historical Vignettes Tell the Herr von Gastein his Majesty, desires to speak with him. The name ran up the long line, quick and Sharp, like a rattle of musketry, and passed out of hearing of him who had uttered it. Tell the Herr Captain to come at once. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important h...

Excerpt from Amaranthus: A Book of Little Songs To R ... 13th November, 1900. What will the world do, dearest, when we go, And take Love with us to the stars above - This world, to which sweet Love himself we owe? How can we claim yet pay this debt of love? 0, Love! is earth's or heaven's this treasure-trove? O, earth, for Love's sake yield thy claim of him! "Aye, yield, cries Faith, so I the heir of Love, May fill the place and take the...

Excerpt from Bag and Baggage I cannot tell how that may be, only, it seemed, men admired and would not be committed. Perhaps Ellen minded, and perhaps she did not. In any case she bore her young virginity serenely. It had its own compensations and absorptions, and she found in them as yet a sufficient antidote to the loneliness of life. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more ...

Excerpt from Our Lady of Darkness And that you have come to, I presume. Go to the Low Countries, i' Gad's name, and find your level there! I'll give you fifty recommendations, and trust to procure you a year's hospitality from each. Only, one word in your ear, Ned: if you bring back a prig to wife, I'll hev the two of ye poisoned, if I hang for it. The nephew condescended to a smile of some amused toleration. About the Publisher Forgotten B...

Excerpt from Adventures of the Comte De La Muette During the Reign of Terror His dry lips vibrated, he danced up and down like a gnat on a window-pane. All the time the women were volubly chattering and the men curs ing and pulling. They desired, it seemed, a prologue to the second act of the tragedy, and that was bad art. But then they were as drunk as one could wish. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of r...

Excerpt from A Jay of Italy On a hot morning, in the year 1476 of poignant memory, there drew up before an osteria on the Millan road a fair cavalcade of travellers. These were Messer Carlo Lanti and his inamorata, together with a suite of tentmen, pages, falconers, bed-carriers, and other personnel of a migratory lord on his way from the cooling hills to the Indian summer of the plains. The chief of the little party, halting in advance of hi...

Excerpt from The Skeleton Key To introduce the last book by the late Bernard Capes is a sad sort of honour in more ways than one, for not only was his death untimely and unexpected, but he had a mind of that fertile type which must always leave behind it, with the finished life, a sense of unfinished labour. From the first his prose had a strong element of poetry, which an appreciative reader could feel even more, perhaps, when it refined a f...

Excerpt from The Theatre, Vol. 19: A Monthly Review of the Drama, Music, and the Fine Arts, January to June, 1892 The fact that it was not printed until 1638 may be ascribed to the interruptions the theatres suffered from at that period. In the Revels' Office book is the following entry by Sir Henry Herbert, which should prove of interest. "At the increase of the plague to four within the city, and fifty-four in all, this day, the 12th May, ...

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