And so I came to be directed to the shop of a dreamer who lives not far from the Embankment in the City. Among so many streets as there are in the city it is little wonder that there is one that has never been seen before; it is named Go-by Street and runs out of the Strand if you look very closely. Now when you enter this man’s shop you do not go straight to the point but you ask him to sell you something, and if it is anything with which he can supply you he hands it you and wishes you...
Those clever ones are the beggars to make a muddle. Their plans are clever enough, but they don’t work, and then they make a mess of things much worse than you or me.
It was dark all over the world and even in Pegana, where dwell the gods, it was dark when the child Inzana, the Dawn, first found her golden ball. Then running down the stairway of the gods with tripping feet, chalcedony, onyx, chalcedony, onyx, step by step, she cast her golden ball across the sky. The golden ball went bounding up the sky, and the Dawnchild with her flaring hair stood laughing upon the stairway of the gods, and it was day.
Famed Anglo-Irish author, Lord Dunsany (1878-1957), was a short story writer, playwright, poet, essayist and autobiographer whose works earned him notoriety as one of the most significant contributors to the modern fantasy genre. His short stories, especially, were widely popular with audiences who enjoyed his formulated mythologies, his examination of the nature of time and human existence, and his satiric, and often anti-industrial, views on the relationship of humanity to nature. This...
