image“…the dark rooms expanded and contracted like the lungs of the sleepers.”

This novella GOLD OF OPHIR is fast becoming my considered apotheosis of the literature I love, like Aickman, Ligotti, and the recent gestalt soul of Llewellyn, DeMeester, Leslie, Bird, Walters, Gardner, Tanzer, Pflug, Tobler etc. (Lane, Bowen, Brookner, Bowie…) and a blend of the type of Weird Literature material as published in the last decade by, say, TTA (Black Static), Chomu, Ex Occidente, Undertow…

Extract from my review here:

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