Dualitists

Bram Stoker

Description

In this chilling short tale from Dracula author Bram Stoker, adolescent troublemakers Harry Merford and Tommy Stanton take the ancient rite of male bonding to a macabre level. After receiving a set of matching knives for Christmas, the boys' campaign of terror against their neighborhood moves from the realm of mere annoyance to horrific cruelty.

Informations

• Publié par: The Floating Press
• Date de parution: 01 octobre 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781776672110
• Langue: English

Extrait

THE DUALITISTS
OR, THE DEATH DOOM OF THE DOUBLE BORN
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BRAM STOKER
 
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The Dualitists Or, The Death Doom of the Double Born First published in 1887 Epub ISBN 978-1-77667-211-0 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77667-212-7 © 2016 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Contents
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1 - Bis Dat Qui Non Cito Dat 2 - Halcyon Days 3 - Rumours of Wars 4 - The Tucket Sounds 5 - The First Crusade 6 - 'Let the Dead Past Bury its Dead' 7 - A Cloud with Golden Lining
1 - Bis Dat Qui Non Cito Dat
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There was joy in the house of Bubb.
For ten long years had Ephraim and Sophonisba Bubb mourned in vain theloneliness of their life. Unavailingly had they gazed into the emporiaof baby-linen, and fixed their searching glances on the basket-makers'warehouses where the cradles hung in tempting rows. In vain had theyprayed, and sighed, and groaned, and wished, and waited, and wept, butnever had even a ray of hope been held out by the family physician.
But now at last the wished-for moment had arrived. Month after monthhad flown by on leaden wings, and the destined days had slowlymeasured their course. The months had become weeks; the weeks haddwindled down to days; the days had been attenuated to hours; thehours had lapsed into minutes, the minutes had slowly died away, andbut seconds remained.