Stories set in William Hope Hodgson's cosmos in the era before the Sun has died.
"People said that the never-ending torment of shredding, grating, tearing metal on naked rock kilometres below was like music. . ."
"There had been other occasions when she'd caught the echoes of an undersong within the aether; but not before tonight had its tones carried strongly enough for her to know that she had not imagined it."
“You must not die. Hate the darkness as you do. Hate me if I appear as that darkness.”
"The foe we faced from the Towers was unlike any we have seen..."
"Looking for worlds that were forming, that were fortunate, where we could drop a little of our own gold, down low and deep where it was safe."
"They told how hounds and humans had lived side by side and fought the common enemy..."
"I have done my duty," she said quietly, the words snatched by the relentless wind.
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