The White People
It was winter time, and there were black terrible woods hanging from the hills all round; it was like seeing a large room hung with black curtains, and the shape of the trees seemed quite different from any I had ever seen before. I was afraid. Then beyond the woods there were other hills round in a great ring, but I had never seen any of them; it all looked black, and everything had a voor over it. It was all so still and silent, and the sky was heavy and grey and sad, like a wicked voorish dome in Deep Dendo.
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Review: The White PeopleUser Review - Lindsay - Goodreads
My first foray into weird literature. Opaque and unsettling, this story creates a strange a mysterious story that may or may not have happened and revels in cloaking its tale under layers of rich details. Read full review