![]() ![]() Of the park beneath hickory and ash and white birch of such With no particular purpose except to savor across the playing fields Short-lived fog, there are the dreams of summer, of green, of walking Or lock themselves inside their homes and never come back out.Ĭold-snap, during the hours when snow immobilizes and breath turns to ![]() And the strange town where some people, unfortunately, go missing and are never found, ever again. However, it was the Oxrun Station novella quartets - The Orchard, Nightmare Seasons, Dialing the Wind, and Black Carousel- which grabbed me by the throat and wouldn't let go. The Grave, For Fear of the Nightand Stunts. I thought to myself, "If this Grant guy is like Norman Prentiss, I should check him out." I first discovered Charles Grant when, after reading Norman Pretniss' wonderful novella Invisible Fences, I read Douglas Clegg's blurb for Fences, comparing Norman to some guy named Charles L. It was Charles Grant's Oxrun Station novella quartets which did it for me. My first contribution to Neil Snowdon's Charles L. ![]()
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