“And before he died, Taran-Ish had scrawled upon the altar of chrysolite with coarse shaky strokes the sign of DOOM.” – The Doom That Came to Sarnath by H.P. Lovecraft.
Warning, major spoilers up ahead because this story made me cranky.
“And before he died, Taran-Ish had scrawled upon the altar of chrysolite with coarse shaky strokes the sign of DOOM.” – The Doom That Came to Sarnath by H.P. Lovecraft.
Warning, major spoilers up ahead because this story made me cranky.
Wil huddled on his cot, his eyes peering through a crack in the wall that admitted rooftops and starlight.
The mattress’s straw stuffing didn’t cushion him from the hard wood underneath. Tonight, Father had hit him again. Wil had rolled with each blow, but he still stung.
When I finished this short story, I looked around in the reader, wondering where the rest of it was.
For its weight class, Dagon is a strong contender. It packs good tension, a solid narrative structure, and a close lensing that allows us to get solidly behind the protagonist. No spoilers ahead, but still providing a break.