Wydawca: Enrico Conti Kategoria: Fantastyka i sci-fi Język: angielski Rok wydania: 2017

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Opis ebooka The White Ship - H.P. Lovecraft

"The White Ship" is a short story written by science fiction and horror writer H. P. Lovecraft. A lighthouse keeper named Basil Elton engages upon a peculiar fantasy in which a robed, bearded man is piloting a mystical white ship which appears when the moon is full. Elton walks out across the water on a bridge of moonbeams and joins the bearded man on this ship, and together they explore a mystical chain of islands unlike anything that can be found on Earth…

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The White Ship

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H.P. Lovecraft

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The White Ship

I am Basil Elton, keeper of the North Point light that my father and grandfather kept before me. Far from the shore stands the gray lighthouse, above sunken slimy rocks that are seen when the tide is low, but unseen when the tide is high. Past that beacon for a century have swept the majestic barques of the seven seas. In the days of my grandfather there were many; in the days of my father not so many; and now there are so few that I sometimes feel strangely alone, as though I were the last man on our planet.