First Edition. The first publication from Arkham House and first collection of Lovecraft’s stories, published posthumously, which would go on to not only to have an enormous influence on horror fiction, but on film and music as well.
Very Good plus in an about Very Good dust jacket. Light bumps to the top corners, and a slight lean. Jacket is rubbed, with light toing to the spine and rear panel, with chips and tears overall. Still, a mostly presentable example of the scarce dust jacket.
All animals are underfed, black, and vaguely eldritch. They all hate you.
You are a man. If you’re a woman, you are the love interest of the man, and you are dead.
All the women you know have died in childbirth. All the children you know are orphans. You are an orphan.
It’s foggy. If it’s not foggy, it’s smoggy. Or misty. Some form of particulate matter is in the air.
You are arranged to be married to someone sickly.
You tend to dismiss odd noises, prophetic ramblings of mad men, and the death of small animals en masse with a shrug and an offhand “It’s probably nothing.”
Everyone’s last name starts with “Van” or “Von Roth.”
One of your children is crushed to death by a humongous helmet on the day of their wedding.
Everything is gloomy, like that song “Blue” by Eiffel 65 but replace the word “blue” with “gloomy.” You are gloomy. Your life is gloomy and the castle you live in is gloomy. Your underfed black dog is gloomy.
Skulls feature prominently in all interior decorating.
You are in a small town. There is a deep dark secret that only the members of the town know. The outside world can never find out.
It is also a sleepy little town. “Nothing ever happens around here,” says one of the locals. It’s true. Only three people live there and they all died in childbirth.
You go wandering somewhere very cold, and almost freeze to death, but are saved by the fortuitous arrival of a crew of explorers.
You are in a monastery.
You are on a moor.
There is something in the walls (or the wallpaper, or the pipes, or the floors).
Your house has a garret, which is firmly locked for reasons you will not disclose.
You hate everyone, except for one woman you are incredibly attracted to. She hates you.
At least half of the people you know are mad. If you are not yet mad yourself, you are probably well on your way.
The other half are ghosts.
You have recently discovered an old document of some kind. Most likely a journal, but possibly a map or letters written by a dead family member.
All the portraits in your house have peepholes cut in the eyes.
Important events in your life are always preceded by a storm, or at least a stiff wind.
Your house is very dusty and there are cobwebs everywhere. Basically everything is either dust or a cobweb. There isn’t even anything under the dust anymore, just more dust.
You call your bedroom your “chambers.” There is something at your chamber door.
You are near, or on, the ocean.
Someone is keeping a captain’s log.
A book with a malicious spirit trapped inside was very well hidden somewhere no one should have ever found it, and definitely not ineffectually thrown in a chest or a tomb somewhere, but you found it anyway because you’re so curious and full of hubris.
The Evil Creature’s name is comprised entirely of consonants and punctuation.
There was a traumatic event in your childhood involving beach caves.
You are in love with your cousin.
Some form of Catholic imagery has just been appropriated and misused.
You have a love/hate relationship with a grotesquely malformed creature that you are repulsed by, but also pity.
You’re looking at something man was not meant to see. You can’t even comprehend it. It has parallel lines intersecting each other, and it goes on for infinity but you can see all of it, and other stuff that’s just really impossible. Like, think about M.C. Escher but then also scary and also your eyeballs are bleeding probably.
You have experienced unspeakable things. Everything has been resolved in the bleakest way possible. Your only hope is that you will take this secret to the grave.
“You’ve wandered into a nearly empty town that’s full of nothing but cute girls…who all want you. What could go wrong? Just watch.”
“But I love you.” is a visual novel/dating sim for PC, Mac, and Linux…or at least, it starts off that way.
Once you get in town, the occupants all flock to you, intrigued by the stranded newcomer. At first, they try to help in their own little ways, but as they grow attached, they try to convince you to stay with them. Forever. That’s when you notice things are very, very wrong in this town, from the datable characters to the setting. Once the player starts to notice a trend of the girls starting to be slightly, well, nuts, it becomes a puzzle horror game. The game still features multiple endings like a dating sim, some of them romantic, some where nothing happens, and a few where the player is…dead. You also have the option of ignoring all of the bad stuff and pretending everything is a-ok to keep scoring with the ladies.
The game features cute girls (obviously) with hundreds of possible expressions, over forty possible endings, timed puzzles and scavenger hunts, an original soundtrack, and fantastic artwork. Features we would like to include: a choice between male or female playable character, full voice acting, downloadable event art, unlockable scenes, special minigames, and multiple languages.
SYNOPSIS: The Poet and the Flea is a reimagining of the life of the poet-painter William Blake. Set in 1790, at the onset of The Industrial Revolution, William suffers from the death of his beloved younger brother, Robert. Catherine (Kate) Blake attempts to comfort her husband, but cannot dispel his grief. During this spell of anxiety, William is visited by an ominous creature: The Ghost of a Flea. The Flea reveals a vested interest in William’s spiritual well-being — the result of an unorthodox wager. Will William triumph over The Flea’s sinister meddling? Or will he fall victim to The Flea’s corruption?
“Gallas’ style, pen and ink with a discernible influence of Manga, sets Blake, to no detriment, as a young Johnny Depp in a romantic and gothic Tim Burton scene.” –Sarah Goode for the British Society for Eighteenth-Century Studies
“Gallas knows when to focus on the written narrative, and when to let the pictures speak for themselves.” –Hannah Meiklejohn for Lemonade: Freshly Squeezed Art & Culture Magazine
“What a wonderful telling of this story! Word & image came together in a rich harmony. We could all see angels lighting up a tree if we got into the habit of looking for them. You encourage me to keep on looking!” –Stephen C. Winter, Anglican priest, spiritual guide, writer and speaker
“When I view [Gallas’] narrative, I feel it in my stomach like a knotted up fist we feel when we ride a roller coaster, so the feeling is visceral, and tender and it stays with you for some moments, less of the mind more of the soul…” –blogger tocksin.wordpress.com
“…it’s really a beautiful and touchingly told little book. …[Blake] was more than due for a comic treatment, and Gallas does it precisely as it ought to be done.” –author of webcomic Fredrick the Great: A Most Lamentable Comedy Breaching Time and Space