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The whole thing was Andy's idea. He introduced me to THE NIGHT LAND and commented that he was amazed no one had thought of setting further tales in Hodgson's unique Land: there were obviously so many more stories that could be told.

I hadn't originally planned to write Night Land fiction, being content to concentrate on the essays — written as apologia for the two most glaring flaws in the original, that of Chapter One and the language THE NIGHT LAND was written in — and to devote the rest of my energy to providing editorial support for the Site.

But, unlooked for, the story came. I imagined myself inside that Great Pyramid: How would it be? Could I gaze out from an embrasure over the Land, or would I shun it? Deny it?