The mark of the beast and other fantastical tales by Rudyard Kipling

By Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling was once a massive determine of English literature, who used the total strength and depth of his mind's eye and his writing skill in his tours into delusion. Kipling, certainly one of England's maximum writers, was once born in Bombay. He used to be knowledgeable in England, yet again to India in 1882. He started writing delusion and supernatural tales set in his local continent, comparable to 'The Phantom Rickshaw' and 'The unusual trip of Morrowbie Jukes', and his most renowned bizarre tale is 'The Mark of the Beast' (1890), a couple of guy cursed to rework right into a were-leopard. This Masterwork, edited via Stephen Jones, Britain's such a lot entire and acclaimed anthologist, collects all Kipling's bizarre fiction for the 1st time; the tales diversity from conventional ghostly stories to mental horror.

Show description

Read or Download The mark of the beast and other fantastical tales PDF

Similar nonfiction_5 books

Social constructionism (2nd edition)

This obtainable, but scholarly, textbook goals to introduce scholars to the world of social technological know-how idea and study that has emerge as often called social constructionism. utilizing a number of examples from daily adventure and from current learn in parts resembling character, sexuality and well-being, the fundamental theoretical assumptions of social constructionism are essentially defined.

Fire Toxicity

Poisonous fireplace effluents are liable for the vast majority of hearth deaths, and an expanding huge majority of fireplace accidents, pushed via the common and lengthening use of man-made polymers. hearth defense has curious about fighting ignition and lowering flame unfold via lowering the speed of warmth free up, whereas neglecting the $64000 factor of fireplace toxicity.

Additional info for The mark of the beast and other fantastical tales

Example text

And so it happened that he took from out of my very heart as it were, looking all the time into my face with my own eyes, as much as remained to me of my boy’s soul and conscience. This was to me a far more terrible loss than the two that I had suffered before. For though, Lord help me, I had travelled far enough from all paths of decent or godly living, yet there was in me, though I myself write it, a certain goodness of heart which, when I was sober (or sick) made me very sorry of all that I had done before the fit came on me.

Then the wind itself seems to stoop and listen, with hushed breath – and far over the seep of the mere, where that ruined cottage stands, a mere speck at the edge of the waste of shimmering water, there rises fitfully through the drifting mist a long, low, melancholy echo. Not altogether unfamiliar it sounds to the listener’s ear, and carries his mind, by some connection of ideas, straight back to lonely jungle nights in India. He throws open the window and looks out. The echo swells and dies into the distance round the furthest water’s edge where the road winds into the village.

Then he stops short, and turning round sharp upon me, says that one of my kidney need fear neither man nor devil; that I was a brave young man, and like enough, should I live so long, to be Governor-General. But for all these things (and I suppose that he meant thereby the changes and chances of our shifty life in these parts) I must pay my price. By this time I had sobered somewhat, and being well waked out of my first sleep, was disposed to look upon the matter as a tipsy man’s jest. So, says I merrily: ‘And what priceshall I pay for this palace of mine, which is but twelve feet square, and my five poor pagodas a month?

Download PDF sample

Rated 4.38 of 5 – based on 11 votes