Hartwell, David G. (ed) - Foundations of Fear / Хартвелл, Дэвид (ред) - Основы страха [1992, EPUB, ENG]

Don't Look Now / Не оглядывайся novelette by Daphne du Maurier They / Они short story by Robert A. Heinlein At the Mountains of Madness / Хребты безумия novel by H. P. Lovecraft The Little Room / Маленькая комната short story by Madeline Yale Wynne The Shadowy Street / Сумрачный переулок novelette by Jean Ray Passengers / Пассажиры short story by Robert Silverberg The Moonstone Mass short story by Harriet Prescott Spofford The Blue Rose novella by Peter Straub Sandkings / Короли-пустынники novelette by George R. R. Martin The Great God Pan / Великий Бог Пан novella by Arthur Machen Aura / Аура novelette by Carlos Fuentes Barbara, of the House of Grebe / Барбара Грэйб novelette by Thomas Hardy Torturing Mr. Amberwell novelette by Thomas M. Disch The Prayer novelette by Violet Hunt Who Goes There? / «Кто ты?» novella by John W. Campbell, Jr. ... and my fear is great / ... И велик мой страх... novella by Theodore Sturgeon When Darkness Loves Us novelette by Elizabeth Engstrom We Purchased People / Мы завладели людьми short story by Frederik Pohl The Striding Place / На Стриде short story by Gertrude Atherton In the Hills, the Cities / Холмы, города novelette by Clive Barker Faith of Our Fathers / Вера отцов наших novelette by Philip K. Dick The Bell in the Fog novelette by Gertrude Atherton The Sand-Man / Песочный человек novelette by E. T. A. Hoffmann Bloodchild / Мы все — одна семья ... novelette by Octavia E. Butler Duel / Дуэль novelette by Richard Matheson Longtooth novelette by Edgar Pangborn Luella Miller / Луэлла Миллер short story by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman The Entrance / Переход novelette by Gerald Durrell The Lurking Duck novella by Scott Baker Notes on the Writing of Horror: A Story / Заметки о том, как писать «хоррор» novelette by Thomas Ligotti

On the streets of Hanoi he found himself facing a legless peddler who rode a little wooden cart and called shrilly to every passerby. Chien slowed, listened, but did not stop; business at the Ministry of Cultural Artifacts cropped into his mind and deflected his attention: it was as if he were alone, and none of those on bicycles and scooters and jet-powered motorcycles remained. And likewise it was as if the legless peddler did not exist. “Comrade,” the peddler called however, and pursued him on his cart; a helium battery operated the drive and sent the car scuttling expertly after Chien. “I possess a wide spectrum of time-tested herbal remedies complete with testimonials from thousands of loyal users; advise me of your malady and I can assist.” Chien, pausing, said, “Yes, but I have no malady.” Except, he thought, for the chronic one of those employed by the Central Committee, that of career opportunism testing constantly the gates of each official position. Including mine. . . .