J. H. Pearce 1 hr 13 min read

A man who coins his own blood into gold, another who longs to become a tree, a soul that meets Hate on the road, dark little fables from the edge of dream.

J. H. Pearce's 1893 collection gathers strange, allegorical, often grim short tales in the fin-de-siècle manner of moral fantasy and the uncanny. Haunting, spare, and odd. Read it for a set of unsettling Victorian 'drolls', parables shadowed by mortality and the weird.

In its time

Published in 1893, during the 1890s, wells arrives.

Reading it

1 hr 13 min read (a novelette, room for a turn or two).