To and fro we leap,
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles.
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away! O, human child!
To the woods and waters wild,
With a fairy hand in hand,
For the world is more full of weeping than you can understand.

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‘Would talk about the haunted glen,
The wicked, quaint fruit-merchant men,
Their fruits like honey to the throat
But poison in the blood’ Goblin Market, Rossetti.

here to spend the day wandering through your other worlds. Join us there.

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What are illusions? Milo asked, for it was the loveliest city he'd ever seen.

Illusions, explained Alec, are like mirages. And mirages are things that aren't really there that you can see very clearly.

From
by Norton Juster


🎨 PeterMax

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Queen & huntress, chaste & fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair
State in wonted manner keep:
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.
–Song To Diana, Roman goddess of hunting & the moon, by Ben Jonson in 1572.

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“Drink up your wine,' ordered Poirot.”

― Agatha Christie, The A.B.C. Murders

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"There…she had dwelt, an evil thing in spider-form…How Shelob came there, flying from ruin, no tale tells…and she served none but herself, drinking the blood of Elves and Men, bloated and grown fat with endless brooding on her feasts, weaving webs of shadow.’

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"As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus...waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill"
Bleak House, Charles Dickens, 1852
🎨Benjamin Waterhouse Hawkins

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"The Red Bull was the color of blood, not the springing blood of the heart but the blood that stirs under an old wound that never really healed. A terrible light poured from him.... His horns were pale as scars."
-Peter S. Beagle, "Last Unicorn"
🎨"Last Unicorn" film

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“I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.”

― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

🎨Christian Schloe

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“The great live squid, which, they say, few whale-ships ever beheld, and returned to their ports to tell of it.” (Melville)

Once upon a time, in the waters near Bikini at new moon.

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“It seemed to be a sort of monster, or symbol representing a monster...

How can this be real?” I whispered. “I mean you... you... where you come from. Your world. It is so beyond everything I’ve ever known..”

~ H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

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There should be a place where only the things you want to happen, happen.

Maurice Sendak
Where the Wild Things Are

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It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train—a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes


H.P. Lovecraft
At the Mountains of Madness

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For on one side lay Scylla and on the other divine Charybdis terribly sucked down the salt water of the sea. Verily whenever she belched it forth, like a cauldron on a great fire she would seethe and bubble in utter turmoil.
-The Odyssey

🎨Italian fresco, 1575

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“Through the door, left a little ajar, might be seen the villainous, watchful and cunning face of the young scamp Tortillard, who, having followed these strangers unknown to them, was sneaking after, spying, and listening to them.”
-Eugène Sue, The Mysteries of Paris

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“The Duke returned from the wars today & did pleasure me in his top-boots.”

Sarah Churchill, Duchess of Marlborough (1660-1744), wife of John Churchill, 1st Duke of Marlborough & favourite of Queen Anne.
Portrait by Charles Jervas, c.1715

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Njál Thorgeirsson’s home at Bergþórshvoll is probably the most famous of all Icelandic saga domiciles because it was utterly and poetically burnt to the ground. 🖼 Sigurjón Jóhannsson

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"Beyond the town, darker than dark, King Haggard's castle teetered like a lunatic on stilts..."

- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
🎨 by Tore Billing

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“I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.”
― Edgar Allan Poe
🎨Arthur Rackham & Harry Clarke

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"Elrond's house was perfect, whether you liked food or sleep or story-telling or singing (or reading), or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all. Merely to be there was a cure for weariness."
- J.R.R. Tolkien
🖼️Rodney Matthews

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