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Although Black wood wrote a number of horror stories, his most typical work seeks less to frighten than to induce a sense of awe. Good examples are the novels The Centaur, which climaxes with a traveler's sight of a herd of the mythical creatures
A Prisoner in Fairyland is a Fiction Book written by Algernon Blackwood, Originally published: 1913.
A curious, unusual, puzzling type of book. The story of the awakening of a London financier who, after long years spent in the amassing of a fortune, reverts to his early dream of becoming a great philanthropist.
This volume from Evelyn Sharp is a rare gem. Each story is delightful and each has an equally delightful illustration. Read your children a new one each night, and you will find they are the perfect stories to get them to drift off to sleep with pleasant, fairy-filled dreams. The stories in this volume are: I. The Country Called Nonamia II. Why The Wymps Cried III. The Story Of Honey And Sunny IV. The Little Princess And The Poet V. The Wonderful Toymaker VI. The Professor Of Practical Jokes VII. The Doll That Came Straight From Fairyland VIII. Those Wymps Again! Evelyn Sharp was as dedicated as an author as she was an historical figure, and she deserves a larger modern readership. Sharp, and maybe Dickens, were the only authors included disabilities in their writings. This, accompanied by her strong, concise storytelling (the perfect length for little minds and easily-distracted adults) and her radical life story make her one of my favorite figures from the period. Sharp was a dedicated feminist during the suffragette era and refused to pay her taxes. All her belongings, including her type-writer were seized and sold to pay off her debts. 10% of the publisher’s profit will be donated to Charities.
A Prisoner in Fairyland - Algernon Blackwood - In the train, even before St. John's was passed, a touch of inevitable reaction had set in, and Rogers asked himself why he was going. For a sentimental journey was hardly in his line, it seemed. But no satisfactory answer was forthcoming -- none, at least, that a Board or a Shareholders' Meeting would have considered satisfactory. The old vicar spoke to him strangely. "We've not forgotten you as you've forgotten us," he said. "And the place, though empty now for years, has not forgotten you either, I'll be bound." Rogers brushed it off. Just silliness -- that was all it was. But after St. John's the conductor shouted, "Take your seats! Take your seats! The Starlight Express is off to Fairyland! Show your tickets! Show your tickets!" And then the forgotten mystery of his childhood came back to him. . . . Algernon Henry Blackwood, CBE (14 March 1869 – 10 December 1951) was an English broadcasting narrator, journalist, novelist and short story writer, and among the most prolific ghost story writers in the history of the genre. The literary critic S. T. Joshi stated, "His work is more consistently meritorious than any weird writer's except Dunsany's." and that his short story collection Incredible Adventures (1914) "may be the premier weird collection of this or any other century". Blackwood was born in Shooter's Hill (now part of south-east London, then part of north-west Kent). Between 1871 and 1880, he lived at Crayford Manor House, Crayford and he was educated at Wellington College. His father, Stevenson Arthur Blackwood, was a Post Office administrator; his mother, Harriet Dobbs, was the widow of the 6th Duke of Manchester. According to Peter Penzoldt, his father, "though not devoid of genuine good-heartedness, had appallingly narrow religious ideas." After he read the work of a Hindu sage left behind at his parents' house, he developed an interest in Buddhism and other eastern philosophies. Blackwood had a varied career, working as a dairy farmer in Canada, where he also operated a hotel for six months, as a newspaper reporter in New York City, bartender, model, journalist for The New York Times, private secretary, businessman, and violin teacher. Throughout his adult life, he was an occasional essayist for periodicals. In his late thirties, he moved back to England and started to write stories of the supernatural. He was successful, writing at least ten original collections of short stories and later telling them on radio and television. He also wrote 14 novels, several children's books and a number of plays, most of which were produced, but not published. He was an avid lover of nature and the outdoors, as many of his stories reflect. To satisfy his interest in the supernatural, he joined The Ghost Club. He never married; according to his friends he was a loner, but also cheerful company. Jack Sullivan stated that "Blackwood's life parallels his work more neatly than perhaps that of any other ghost story writer. Like his lonely but fundamentally optimistic protagonists, he was a combination of mystic and outdoorsman; when he wasn't steeping himself in occultism, including Rosicrucianism, or Buddhism he was likely to be skiing or mountain climbing." Blackwood was a member of one of the factions of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, as was his contemporary Arthur Machen. Cabalistic themes influence his novel The Human Chord.
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Subtitle: Join Laurence Sterne on a whimsical journey through the picturesque landscapes of France and experience the thrill of motor-flight exploration. Step into a realm of enchantment and mystery with Algernon Blackwood's fantasy masterpiece, A Prisoner in Fairyland. Lose yourself in a world where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur, and ordinary life takes a magical turn. As Blackwood's mesmerizing tale unfolds, discover a place where fairies dance in moonlit glades, and every shadow holds a secret. What adventures await the protagonist in this ethereal realm? Will escape be possible, or is being a prisoner in fairyland a fate worth embracing? Immerse yourself in short, captivating paragraphs that transport you to the heart of Fairyland. Feel the magic in the air, and let the enchanting descriptions weave a spellbinding tapestry of wonder. Are you prepared to be captivated by the allure of Fairyland? Join Algernon Blackwood on a journey that transcends the boundaries of imagination in A Prisoner in Fairyland. This is your chance to own a literary treasure that invites you to escape reality. Purchase A Prisoner in Fairyland now and let the magic unfold within the pages.
Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light, all influence, all fate, Nothing to him falls early, or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.Minks-Herbert Montmorency-was now something more than secretary, even than private secretary: he was confidential-private-secretary, adviser, friend; and this, more because he was a safe receptacle for his employer's enthusiasms than because his advice or judgment had any exceptional value. So many men need an audience. Herbert Minks was a fine audience, attentive, delicately responsive, sympathetic, understanding, and above all-silent. He did not leak. Also, his applause was wise without being noisy. Another rare quality he possessed was that he was honest as the sun. To prevaricate, even by gesture, or by saying nothing, which is the commonest form of untruth, was impossible to his transparent nature. He might hedge, but he could never lie. And he was 'friend, ' so far as this was possible between employer and employed, because a pleasant relationship of years' standing had established a bond of mutual respect under conditions of business intimacy which often tend to destroy it.Just now he was very important into the bargain, for he had a secret from his wife that he meant to divulge only at the proper moment. He had known it himself but a few hours. The leap from being secretary in one of Henry Rogers's companies to being that prominent gentleman's confidential private secretary was, of course, a very big one. He hugged it secretly at first alone. On the journey back from the City to the suburb where he lived, Minks made a sonnet on it. For his emotions invariably sought the safety valve of verse. It was a wiser safety valve for high spirits than horse-racing or betting on the football results, because he always stood to win, and never to lose. Occasionally he sold these bits of joy for half a guinea, his wife pasting the results neatly in a big press album from which he often read aloud on Sunday nights when the children were in bed. They were signed 'Montmorency Minks'; and bore evidence of occasional pencil corrections on the margin with a view to publication later in a volume. And sometimes there were little lyrical fragments too, in a wild, original metre, influenced by Shelley and yet entirely his own. These had special pages to themselves at the end of the big b