The Black Fox: A Novel of the Eighteen-Seventies
Two small green-silver spots, almost like small fragments of reflected moonlight, shone up at them… Then, as they watched, the two points moved, trailing after them a smear of black…
When Canon Throcton is passed up for promotion to Dean of the Cathedral in favour of his rival, a faint knell of disorder rings out over the Close. Believing that suspicions over his scholarly work on Hebrew and Arabian texts led to his snubbing, Throcton nurses his pride with the invocation of a simple curse—a relic of an ancient Eastern sorcery, but surely no more than an antiquated trifle in these days of Victoria’s reign? And yet a dark force answers the call—something bestial and immortal, dragging pestilential vengeance and corruption to the very heart of the Cathedral.
First published in 1950, Heard’s classic novel of occult horror and religious turmoil in 1870s Britain remains a key text of mid-century weird fiction, a brooding masterpiece oozing with inexorable dread.
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Two small green-silver spots, almost like small fragments of reflected moonlight, shone up at them… Then, as they watched, the two points moved, trailing after them a smear of black…
When Canon Throcton is passed up for promotion to Dean of the Cathedral in favour of his rival, a faint knell of disorder rings out over the Close. Believing that suspicions over his scholarly work on Hebrew and Arabian texts led to his snubbing, Throcton nurses his pride with the invocation of a simple curse—a relic of an ancient Eastern sorcery, but surely no more than an antiquated trifle in these days of Victoria’s reign? And yet a dark force answers the call—something bestial and immortal, dragging pestilential vengeance and corruption to the very heart of the Cathedral.
First published in 1950, Heard’s classic novel of occult horror and religious turmoil in 1870s Britain remains a key text of mid-century weird fiction, a brooding masterpiece oozing with inexorable dread.
