The House on the Borderland

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Two men on a fishing trip in Ireland come across the ruins an old house, and inside that house they find the journal of a man known as The Recluse. The journal records his last days, and tells the story of how he finds himself transported to another realm where a larger version of his house stands, though it's made of jade-like substance. This arena, known as the Plain of Silence is populated by humanoid swine creatures with a craving for human flesh.

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Overview

Two men on a fishing trip in Ireland come across the ruins an old house, and inside that house they find the journal of a man known as The Recluse. The journal records his last days, and tells the story of how he finds himself transported to another realm where a larger version of his house stands, though it's made of jade-like substance. This arena, known as the Plain of Silence is populated by humanoid swine creatures with a craving for human flesh.

The House on the Borderland is a classic horror fantasy, and was a heavy influence on H.P. Lovecraft, Clark Ashton Smith, and all the horror writers who came after them. If you haven't read it, you're missing on on a chilling experience.

This Large Print Edition is presented in easy-to-read 16 point type.

One of the greatest fantasy tales in the English language; "A classic of the first water"--H.P. Lovecraft.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
William Hope Hodgson's visionary 1908 novel The House on the Borderland proves fertile ground for legendary underground comix artist Richard Corben. It's the haunting tale of an accursed mansion teetering metaphorically between hallucinatory human visions and the dark bottomless pit of the human subconscious. In Revelstroke's adaptation, two young backpackers discover a decaying manuscript among the ancient ruins of a manor house in the remote Irish countryside. They read aloud from the moldy tome, invoking the horrible story of Hodgson's fictional narrator, Byron Gault, who tells a harrowing tale of inexplicable evil and violent struggle against terrors. In the winding cellar corridors of the decrepit house, Gault, his sister and their dog fight off savage attacks by cloven-hoofed half-humans erupting from the depths of the mansion's foundations. Or do they? Hodgson's hair-raising story brings into question the very sanity and reliability of the narrator himself. The nearly 40 pages of mystical descriptions from the original novel (i.e., an exploding sun and the notion of traveling the breadth of the universe in an instant) are judiciously adapted to the graphic novel format. Corben's moody color and dramatically illustrated panel sequences make this eerie book potent reading and a captivating tribute to the original novel. There is an introduction by noted comics writer Alan Moore. (May) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780486468792
  • Publisher: Dover Publications
  • Publication date: 8/8/2008
  • Pages: 160
  • Sales rank: 1,417,609
  • Product dimensions: 5.30 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 0.40 (d)

Meet the Author

William Hope Hodgson (1877-1918) was a British author of horror, fantasy, and science fiction. He loved to blend genres, and some of his novels are now considered classics in the literature of the fantastic. The House on the Borderland, and The Night Land, in particular are still well-loved, and The Boats of the 'Glen Carrig' is a forgotten gem of the fantastic. He was killed by an artillery shell in World War I.
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CHAPTER V

The Thing in the Pit

"This house is, as I have said before, surrounded by a huge estate, and wild and uncultivated gardens.

"Away at the back, distant some three hundred yards, is a dark, deep ravine--spoken of as the 'Pit,' by the peasantry. At the bottom runs a sluggish stream, so overhung by trees as scarcely to be seen from above.

"In passing, I must explain that this river has a subterranean origin, emerging, suddenly, at the East end of the ravine, and disappearing, as abruptly, beneath the cliffs that form its Western extremity.

"It was some months after my vision (if vision it were) of the great Plain, that my attention was particularly attracted to the Pit.

"I happened one day to be walking along its Southern edge, when suddenly several pieces of rock and shale were dislodged from the face of the cliff, immediately beneath me, and fell with a sullen crash, through the trees. I heard them splash in the river, at the bottom, and then silence. I should not have given this incident more than a passing thought, had not Pepper, at once, begun to bark savagely, nor would he be silent when I bade him, which is most unusual behavior on his part.

"Feeling that there must be some one or something in the Pit, I went back to the house quickly for a stick. When I returned, Pepper had ceased his barks, and was growling and smelling uneasily along the top.

"Whistling to him to follow me, I started to descend cautiously. The depth to the bottom of the Pit must be about a hundred and fifty feet, and some time, as well as considerable care, was expended before we reached the bottom in safety.

"Once down, Pepper and I started to explore along the banks of the river.It was very dark there, due to the overhanging trees, and I moved warily, keeping my glance about me, and my stick ready.

"Pepper was quiet now, and kept close to me all the time. Thus, we searched right up one side of the river, without hearing or seeing anything. Then, we crossed over--by the simple method of jumping--and commenced to beat our way back through the underbrush.

"We had accomplished, perhaps, half the distance, when I heard, again, the sound of falling stones on the other side--the side from which we had just come. One large rock came thundering down through the treetops, struck the opposite bank, and bounded into the river, driving a great jet of water right over us. At this, Pepper gave out a deep growl; then stopped, and pricked up his ears. I listened, also.

"A second later, a loud, half-human, half-pig-like squeal sounded from among the trees, apparently about halfway up the South cliff. It was answered by a similar note from the bottom of the Pit. At this, Pepper gave a short, sharp bark, and, springing across the little river, disappeared into the bushes.

"Immediately afterwards, I heard his barks increase in depth and number, and, in between, there sounded a noise of confused jabbering. This ceased, and, in the succeeding silence, there rose a semi-human yell of agony. Almost immediately, Pepper gave a long-drawn howl of pain, and then the shrubs were violently agitated, and he came running out, with his tail down, and glancing, as he ran, over his shoulder. As he reached me, I saw that he was bleeding from what appeared to be a great claw wound in the side that had almost laid bare his ribs.

"Seeing Pepper thus mutilated, a furious feeling of anger seized me, and, whirling my staff, I sprang across, and into the bushes from which Pepper had emerged. As I forced my way through, I thought I heard a sound of breathing. Next instant, I had burst into a little clear space, just in time to see something, livid white in color, disappear among the bushes on the opposite side. With a shout, I ran towards it but though I struck and probed among the bushes with my stick, I neither saw nor heard anything further, and so returned to Pepper. There, after bathing his wound in the river, I bound my wetted handkerchief round his body, having done which, we retreated up the ravine and into the daylight again.

"On reaching the house, my sister inquired what had happened to Pepper, and I told her he had been fighting with a wild cat, of which I had heard there were several about.

"I felt it would be better not to tell her how it had really happened, had seen run into the bushes, was no wild cat. It was much too big, and had, so far as I had observed, a skin like a hog's, only of a dead, unhealthy white color. And then--it had run upright, or nearly so, upon its hind feet, with a motion somewhat resembling that of a human being. This much I had noticed in my brief glimpse, and, truth to tell, I felt a good deal of uneasiness, besides curiosity as I turned the matter over in my mind.

"It was in the morning that the above incident had occurred.

"Then, it would be after dinner, as I sat reading, that, happening to look up suddenly, I saw something peering in over the window-ledge the eyes and ears alone showing.

"'A pig, by Jove!' I said, and rose to my feet. Thus, I saw the thing more completely, but it was no pig--God alone knows what it was. It reminded me, vaguely, of the hideous Thing that had haunted the great arena. It had a grotesquely human mouth and jaw, but with no chin of which to speak. The nose was prolonged into a snout; this it was, that, with the little eyes and queer ears, gave it such an extraordinarily swine-like appearance. Of forehead there was little, and the whole face was of an unwholesome white color.

"For perhaps a minute I stood looking at the thing, with an ever growing feeling of disgust, and some fear. The mouth kept jabbering, inanely, and once emitted a half-swinish grunt. I think it was the eyes that attracted me the most; they seemed to glow, at times, with a horribly human intelligence, and kept flickering away from my face, over the details of the room, as though my stare disturbed it.

"It appeared to be supporting itself, by two claw-like hands upon the windowsill. These claws, unlike the face, were of a clayey brown hue, and bore an indistinct resemblance to human hands, in that they had four fingers and a thumb, though these were webbed up to the first joint, much as are a duck's. Nails it had also, but so long and powerful that they were more like the talons of an eagle than aught else.

"As I have said before, I felt some fear, though almost of an impersonal kind. I may explain my feeling better by saying that it was more a sensation of abhorrence, such as one might expect to feel, if brought in contact with something superhumanly foul, something unholy--belonging to some hitherto undreamt of state of existence.

"I cannot say that I grasped these various details of the brute at the time. I think they seemed to come back to me afterwards, as though imprinted upon my brain. I imagined more than I saw, as I looked at the thing, and the material details grew upon me later.

"For perhaps a minute, I stared at the creature, then as my nerves steadied a little, I shook off the vague alarm that held me, and took a step towards the window. Even as I did so, the thing ducked and vanished. I rushed to the door, and looked round, hurriedly, but only the tangled bushes and shrubs met my gaze.

"I ran back into the house, and, getting my gun, sallied out to search through the gardens. As I went, I asked myself whether the thing I had just seen, was likely to be the same of which I had caught a glimpse in the morning. I inclined to think it was.

"I would have taken Pepper with me, but judged it better to give his wound a chance to heal. Besides, if the creature I had just seen was, as I imagined, his antagonist of the morning, it was not likely that he would be of much use.

"I began my search systematically. I was determined, if it were possible, to find and put an end to that swine-thing. This was, at least, a material Horror!

"At first, I searched cautiously, with the thought of Pepper's wound in my mind, but, as the hours passed, and not a sign of anything living showed in the great, lonely gardens, I became less apprehensive. I felt almost as though I would welcome the sight of it. Anything seemed better than this silence, with the ever-present feeling that the creature might be lurking in every bush I passed. Later, I grew careless of danger, to the extent of plunging right through the bushes, probing with my gun-barrel as I went.

"At times, I shouted, but only the echoes answered back. I thought thus, perhaps to frighten or stir the creature to showing itself, but only succeeded in bringing my sister Mary out, to know what was the matter. I told her that I had seen the wild cat that had wounded Pepper, and that I was trying to hunt it out of the bushes. She seemed only half satisfied, and went back into the house, with an expression of doubt upon her face. I wondered whether she had seen or guessed anything. For the rest of the afternoon, I prosecuted the search, anxiously. I felt that I should be unable to sleep, with that bestial thing haunting the shrubberies, and yet, when evening fell, I had seen nothing. Then, as I turned homewards, I heard a short, unintelligible noise, among the bushes to my right. Instantly, I turned, and, aiming quickly, fired in the direction of the sound. Immediately afterwards, I heard something scuttling away among the bushes. It moved rapidly, and, in a minute, had gone out of hearing. After a few steps, I ceased my pursuit, realizing how futile it must be in the fast gathering gloom, and so, with a curious feeling of depression, I entered the house.

"That night, after my sister had gone to bed, I went round to all the windows and doors on the ground floor, and saw to it, that they were securely fastened. This precaution was scarcely necessary as regards the windows, as all of those on the lower story are strongly barred, but with the doors--of which there are five--it was wisely thought, as not one was locked.

"Having secured these, I went to my study, yet somehow, for once, the place jarred upon me; it seemed so huge and echoey. For some time, I tried to read, but at last finding it impossible, I carried my book down to the kitchen, where a large fire was burning, and sat there.

"I dare say I had read for a couple of hours, when, suddenly, I heard a sound that made me lower my book, and listen, intently. It was a noise of something rubbing and fumbling against the back door. Once the door creaked, loudly, as though force were being applied to it. During those few, short moments, I experienced an indescribable feeling of terror, such as I should have believed impossible. My hands shook, a cold sweat broke out on me, and I shivered, violently.

"Gradually, I calmed. The stealthy movements outside had ceased.

"Then, for an hour I sat, silent and watchful. All at once, the feeling of fear took me again. I felt as I imagine an animal must, under the eye of a snake. Yet, now, I could hear nothing. Still, there was no doubting that some unexplained influence was at work.

"Gradually, imperceptibly almost, something stole on my ear--a sound, that resolved itself into a faint murmur. Quickly, it developed, and grew into a muffled, but hideous, chorus of bestial shrieks. It appeared to rise from the bowels of the earth.

"I heard a thud, and realized, in a dull, half comprehending way, that I had dropped my book. After that, I just sat, and thus the daylight found me, when it crept wanly in through the barred, high windows of the great kitchen.

"With the dawning light, the feeling of stupor and fear left me, and I came more into possession of my senses.

"Thereupon, I picked up my book, and crept to the door, to listen. Not a sound broke the chilly silence. For some minutes, I stood there, then, very gradually and cautiously, I drew back the bolt, and, opening the door, peeped out.

"My caution was unneeded. Nothing was to be seen, save the gray vista of dreary, tangled bushes and trees, extending to the distant plantation.

"With a shiver, I closed the door, and made my way, quietly, up to bed.

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Table of Contents

The Finding of the Manuscript
The Plain of Silence
The House in the Arena
The Earth
The Thing in the Pit
The Swine-Things
The Attack
After the Attack
In the Cellars
The Time of Waiting
The Searching of the Gardens
The Subterranean Pit
The Trap in the Great Cellar
The Sea of Sleep
The Noise in the Night
The Awakening
The Slowing Rotation
The Green Star
The End of the Solar System
The Celestial Globes
The Dark Sun
The Dark Nebula
Pepper
The Footsteps in the Garden
The Thing from the Arena
The Luminous Speck
Conclusion

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2006

    fine classic of the outre

    This is clearly Hodgson's masterpiece with savage swine-things who have some curious affinity for the titular house menacing our heroes. Hodgson's choice to reveal enough to whet our appetites for the strange occurrences while leaving just enough for our imaginations to run wild is a good one. The atmosphere and pacing are almost claustrophobic as we come quietly but breathtakingly upon a vision of the far future. Too bad most modern authors lack Hodgson's ability to mix the outre with the mundane just enough to make us dread both while hoping to return to the latter.

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    Cccclassic

    Though quite an odd read there are many memorable scenes. This is truely a masterpiece!! Sometimes a bit slow moving, but it's worth sticking to. You will not be disapointed.

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    Great read

    This is, overall, a great book. There are some slight errors in this eBook version but it shouldn't hinder comprehension whatsoever.

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