Today's Stichomancy for Neil Gaiman

of the city where meadows roll gracefully up from the sea-cliffs to the foot of the Tanarian Hills. There he dwelt in a grey Gothic manor-house of stone looking on the sea, and tried to think it was ancient Trevor Towers, where he was born and where thirteen generations of his forefathers had first seen the light. And on the coast nearby he had built a little Cornish fishing village with steep cobbled ways, settling therein such people as had the most English faces, and seeking ever to teach them the dear remembered accents of old Cornwall fishers. And in a valley not far off he had reared a great Norman Abbey whose tower he could see from his window, placing around it in the churchyard grey stones with

The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

And they said, 'O thou magician! pray for us to thy Lord, as He has engaged with thee: verily, we are guided.'

And when we removed from them the torment, behold they broke their word.

And Pharaoh proclaimed amongst his people; said he, 'O my people! is not the kingdom of Egypt mine? and these rivers that flow beneath me? What! can ye then not see? Am I better than this fellow, who is contemptible, who can hardly explain himself? Unless then bracelets of gold be cast upon him, or there come with him angels as his mates...!'

And he taught his people levity; and they obeyed him: verily, they were an abominable people.

The Koran

she was pretty. He dreaded the passionate glances which fell upon her, that she not only did not understand but rejoiced in. "Yes," thought he, "that superstition of woman's purity! Quite the contrary, they do not know shame--they lack this sense " He remembered how, quite inexpli- cably to him, she had refused two very good suit- ors. She had become more and more fascinated by her own success in the round of gaieties she lived in.

But this success could not last long. A year

The Forged Coupon

rawhide rope staked to the water's brink, which led away toward a small round hut in the distance. The ground was trodden into a deep groove beneath the loosely drawn rawhide rope.

"Hun-he!" exclaimed Manstin, bending over the freshly made footprints in the moist bank of the brook. "A man's footprints!" he said to himself. "A blind man lives in yonder hut! This rope is his guide by which he comes for his daily water!" surmised Manstin, who knew all the peculiar contrivances of the people. At once his eyes became fixed upon the solitary dwelling and hither he followed his curiosity,--a real blind man's rope.

Quietly he lifted the door-flap and entered in. An old