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Picture… Darkness.

True, true darkness.

You wake up.., no wake up, wrong word, it implies a noticeable transition, an easy, gradual awareness; this rather is the darkness of beginning and end, the first and only.

This is a Darkness that has always been here, but is ever new.

Has always been waiting for you, and has never left you.

In the beginning… Darkness, as it were.

And you are there.

Alone.

For a second or a century, both words have as much and as little meaning here.

But then

something

moves.

It is absolutely dark, and yet

You are clearly aware of something moving toward you

You are looking straight ahead

Standing

You know that much

You think

And are aware

of something

walking

slowly

toward you.

Something moving in the darkness

that is beyond darkness

It’s like if you close your

eyes

and put your palms over top of them

If you keep them there long enough

You may in that absolute darkness

begin to see a speck of light

Moving.

And that now was coming in this dark

with your eyes wide open

and seeing nothing

but something beyond Dark…

coming closer.

And was moving

With a primal grace

like worlds uncoiling at their dawn.

You saw it now

something luminous

in the dark

A face

on top a form

and eyes

that sidled madly back and forth

back and forth

but never losing track of you

And a tongue that rolled

And lips that grinned

unbidden and eternal

and behind it

there were the dream of wings

great

vast

and slow

And never losing track,

Never losing focus

Never losing you

those mad, mad eyes of its,

and that eternal grin

that was not a grin,

this thing that was so dark,

that it made darkness pale

that it was white

luminous, ghastly white in its black

it came on

skittered

walked

drifted

closer

to you.

And you

being only flesh

did what all flesh must do

when such a thing comes near

You froze

And prepared to endure.

Copyright 2011 –HT

Short Story Review: CONVERSATIONS IN A DEAD LANGUAGE from NOCTUARY by Thomas Ligotti

CONVERSATIONS IN A DEAD LANGUAGE from the short story collection NOCTUARY by Thomas Ligotti-

There is something TALES FROM THE CRYPT like about this short story, and more straight forward then what one usually associates with Ligotti, and it is a pleasant surprise. The shift in writing style I mean, not the story, which could not be defined as pleasant. Well done, grotesque, disturbing and enthralling… yes. Pleasant…. no.

CONVERSATIONS IN A DEAD LANGUAGE initially feeling more reminiscent to me of Robert Bloch, especially in its more visceral, graphic, vulgar imagery/language/sensibilities. However by the end, with its stream of consciousness narrative, absorption with dreams and puppet imagery, and its strange antagonist and his talk of what lives beyond the darkened sky… with all this you’re in solid Ligotti territory.

It’s a good read ranking up there with Ligotti’s more compelling efforts. A solid B+. Take it for a spin yourself here:

Noctuary