Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“This is the thing that troubles me, for I cannot forget Carcosa where black stars hang in the heavens; where the shadows… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“Strange is the night where black stars rise, and strange moons circle through the skies, but stranger still is lost Carcosa.” — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“Unsavoury as it is below, there is cheerfulness, and comfort, and hard, honest work above. ("In The Court Of The Dragon")” — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“He had no ears. The artificial ones, which now stood out at an angle from the fine wire, were his one weakness. They were… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“A spring sun was shining on the rue St. Honore, as I ran down the church steps. On one corner stood a barrow full… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“The ambition of Caesar and of Napoleon pales before that which could not rest until it had seized the minds of men and controlled… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“Let the red dawn surmise What we shall do, When this blue starlight dies And all is through.” (The Yellow Sign)” — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“It is possible that his curiosity was piqued, for with the exception of a hen-turkey, a boy of nineteen is the most openly curious… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“for I knew that the King in Yellow had opened his tattered mantle and there was only God to cry to now.” — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“Why should the Mass of Sainte Cécile bend my thoughts wandering among caverns whose walls blaze with ragged masses of virgin silver? What was… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“The people faded away, the arches, the vaulted roof vanished. I raised my seared eyes to the fathomless glare; and I saw the black… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“It is well known how the book spread like an infectious disease, from city to city, from continent to continent, barred out here, confiscated… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“As it recurred again and again, it set me thinking of what my architect's books say about the custom in early times to consecrate… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
