A strange vortex sucks in my Mr R–, Constable Sedgewick, myself, and a pigeon
John PolidoriThe second instalment of a speculative account of the death of John William Polidori.Link to first instalment. It crossed my mind that I was dead. How I surveyed the situation I cannot say. I knew I wasn’t imagining things, but at the same time I could not imagine what would happen next. My perception was …
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Polidori’s Date with Destiny: An Elaborate Fiction
John PolidoriBeneath its weight man pauses in his willAnd crouches at the dark-robed phantom’s feet : The Fall of the Angels, To The Deity, John Polidori, 1821 My eyes struggled towards the lazy light from the half-open window. I rolled on the bed delirious, my eyes stared at the wooden floor. I just managed to incline …
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