"It crouches near the center of creation. There is no night where it waits. Only the riddle of which terrible dream will set it loose. It beheaded mercy to take possession of that place. It feasts on darkness from the minds of men. No one has ever seen its eyeless face. When it sleeps we know a few moments of peace. But when it breathes again we go down in fire and mate with jackals. It knows our fear. It has our number. It waited for our coming and it will abide long after we have become congealed smoke. It has never heard music, and shows its fangs when we panic. It is the beast of our savage past, hungering today, and waiting patiently for the mortal meal of all our golden tomorrows. It lies waiting."
—Harlan Ellison
15 stories by Harlan Ellison
Table of Contents
Foreword: by Neil Gaiman
Introduction: The Waves in Rio by Neil Gaiman
The Beast That Shouted Love at The Heart Of The World
Along The Scenic Route
Phoenix
Asleep: With Still Hands
Santa Claus VS. S.P.I.D.E.R.
Try a Dull Knife
The Pitll Pawob Division
The Place with No Name
White on White
Run For the Stars
Are You Listening?
S.R.O.
World to Kill
Shattered Like a Glass Goblin
A Boy and His Dog
