The Weird Fiction of William Hope Hodgson

The Monstruwacan entered the Watch compound in his own good time, the shadow of his accumulated fame falling before him. "So say, he was one of us, so say none can read his mind, so say he was Out before, so say he slew monsters — and men..."

"Can you hear the voices, Monstruwacan?" Vyrkin asked. His voice jarred and the interruption was simultaneously a release and an insult.

Despite the desolation of the Tower, despite the dangers of looking out at a Land that looks too keenly back, Pallin has never seriously questioned the need for observation...

Kore has again dreamed of the oiled flower, she tells Pallin, narrating it for him as if it is happening at the very time that she speaks. Her eyes are wide and frightened in the pale oval of her face, not at all as reassuring as they were in his own dream...