Truth and Lies at Christmas – a Seasonal Encounter With Mr Luke Haines 1
After kicking the snow from my boots at the door of the hostelry, I made my way towards the barely visible, flame-licked form of Mr Haines. He was well ensconsed in front of the log fire that filled the cave-like depths of the broad, high fireplace. As I drew closer, I saw that in the heart of this veritable furnace – whose benefits, strangely, in such an obviously public house, seemed to be being enjoyed by Mr Haines alone – white-hot wood seemed to shine like the contents of some hellish charnel-house. With his own boots lying untidily on the floor, Mr Haines’s feet were toasting nicely in front of the flames.
Read the first part of 3:AM‘s Christmas serial by Tim Mitchell.
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Today’s quick lit [& alt.cult] links from around the web: Orwell’s Christmas pudding (via @TheOrwellPrize) & Robert Birnbaum on Will Self‘s preoccupation for body parts & The Modernism Lab (via @Twitchelmore) & Ed Park assembles an ur-story with quotes from American Fantastic Tales: Terror and the Uncanny (F. Scott Fitzgerald, H.P. Lovecraft, John Cheever, Kelly […]