“You’ll find it by sunset only, my lady,” Guy of Garlot had told her with a sidelong grin marring his comely dark face. “Mists and wilderness ring it round, and there’s magic in the swamps about Hellsgarde. Magic—and worse, if legends speak truth. You’ll never come upon it save at evening.”—C. L. Moore, “Hellsgarde” in … Continue reading “Hellsgarde” (1939) by C. L. Moore→
