This week’s piece of weird fiction being discussed at LibraryThing.
Review: “The Children of the Night”, Robert E. Howard, 1931.
The story starts with our narrator, John O’Donnel, hanging out with six other men. They discuss various historical, anthropological, and literary matters. They are all
of the same breed — that is to say, a Briton or an American of British descent. By British, I include all natural inhabitants of the British Isles.
Well, maybe not all of them. There’s that Ketrick fellow. He says he comes from the “Welsh branch of the Cetrics of Sussex”. But his eyes are “sort of amber, almost yellow, and slightly oblique”. Why, if you look at him just right, he almost looks Chinese.
Talk turns to an artifact one of them has reconstructed, a strange stone axe. Ketrick picks it up, experimentally swings it about.
And smacks O’Donnel in the head. Continue reading ““The Children of the Night””