>The New Death and others: contents

>This is the complete listing of what will be in The New Death and others. It’s not necessarily in the right order. The stories with links have been published online. I have a series of poems that are based on fantasy stories in the public domain. The links for these are to the original stories.
 
The God of the Poor
How the Isle of Cats Got Its Name
The Enemy Within
Under the Pyramids (based on the story of the same name by H.P. Lovecraft)
The End
The Lamb’s Speech
A Date with Destiny
Everlasting Fire
The New Death
The Prince of the Howling Forest
The Uncharted Isle
Compatibility
The Moon Sailed Sadly Through the Sky
The Scholar and the Moon
When Love Calls
Weary Love
Fame’s Beloved
The Name of the Helper
The Warring Gods
The Mirrors of Tuzun Thune (based on the story of the same name by Robert E. Howard)
The Adventure of the Murdered Philanthropist
The Doom That Was Laid Upon Fame
May Every Woman
Death and the Merchant
Lost, Feral or Stray
The Apprenticeship
The Jeweled City
Rumpelstiltskin
The Producer
Law and Justice
The Bird and the Two Trees
Monsters
The Sailor
The Prince and the Sky-Maiden
The Face in the Hill
The Garden of Adompha (based on the story of the same name by Clark Ashton Smith)
The New Magazine
The Perfect Woman
If My Life Was Filmed
Legend: The Story of Kevin Marley
The Construction Workers of Telelee
The New God
That Which Unites Us
Temptation
Two Brothers
Unprotected
The God of the City of Dust
The Dragon Festival
I Heard the Mermaids Singing
Singles Bar
The Auto-Pope
Todd
Diamanda and the Isle of Wives
The Death of the Artist
The Morning Post
My Cat Is Not Like Other Cats
The Handsome but Impossibly Demanding Prince
The Exchange
Charon  (based on the story of the same name by Lord Dunsany)
Mourning Has Broken
Sigrun and the Shepherd
Local News
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>Pulp Poetry

>I’ve been writing a series of poems which are adaptations of fantasy stories in the public domain. I’ve completed three of them:

  • HP Lovecraft’s Under the Pyramids.
  • Robert E Howard’s The Mirrors of Tuzun Thune.
  • Clark Ashton Smith’s The Garden of Adompha.

I’m currently working on Edgar Rice Burroughs’ A Princess of Mars (the same book that the upcoming John Carter film is based on), which is a bigger project since it’s a novel rather than a short story.

Anyway, I was wondering whether anyone had suggestions for other stories I could turn my attention to once I finish A Princess of Mars. If so, please leave a comment.

PS All four of the stories I’ve mentioned here can be found on en.wikisource.org.

>Set-Thoth-Geb

>The hated pharaoh Set-Thoth-Geb, whose name was forbidden to be written in Egypt, and who is largely known to us via the Persians (who called him Tsathoggua), was said to have dealt with a demon to ensure that he would gain another empire every time he was dethroned. But, the legend continues, the gods decreed that he would lose every empire he regained, condemning him to an eternity of being both the cause and victim of great suffering.

Certain descriptions of the pharaoh resemble those of Anhotep. It is possible, then, that he made his way from our world to that of Teleleli (or the reverse), and that the two hated rulers are one.

>Witches’ Grass

>It is said that an ancient king had a garden, wherein his sorcerer had created plants, carnivorous like the Venus Flytrap of our world, but able to devour humans, a use to which the king would frequently put them.

The plants could preserve, and make use of, the body parts of their victims, and so the king could amuse himself by contemplating the face of a dead rival, or the choicest body parts of a discarded lover.

On the fall of the city the plants spread, and they are now the menace of the countryside in many areas. They seem to display a hateful intelligence in their use of the body parts of their victims, so that a bereaved mother may see the face of her child, its mouth spread to tear flesh, or a widower the hands of his beloved outstretched to strangle him.

>The Nostalgia of Things Unknown…

>The nostalgia of things unknown, of lands forgotten or unfound, is upon me at times. Often I long for the gleam of yellow suns upon terraces of translucent azure marble, mocking the windless waters of lakes unfathomably calm; for lost, legendary palaces of serpentine, silver and ebony, whose columns are green stalactites; for the pillars of fallen temples, standing in the vast purpureal sunset of a land of lost and marvellous romance. I sigh for the dark-green depths of cedar forests, through whose fantastically woven boughs, one sees at intervals an unknown tropic ocean, like gleams of blue diamond; for isles of palm and coral, that fret an amber morning, somewhere beyond Cathay or Taprobane; for the strange and hidden cities of the desert, with burning brazen domes and slender pinnacles of gold and copper, that pierce a heaven of heated lazuli.

Clark Ashton Smith.