![]() ![]() ![]() I read it aloud to my son when he was a kid. ![]() ![]() I am not a re-reader of books generally speaking, but I just finished reading it again for the 8th or 9th time. House on the Borderland was the scariest book, the most engrossing sci fi I have ever read. My copy is falling apart with age, but I keep it safe in a glass book case with my rarest of book treasures. This I did, first, however, running the pages through my fingers, and noting that they were closely filled with neat, old-fashioned writing which was quite legible, As soon as he saw that I had come, he handed his prize to me, telling me to put it into my satchel so as to protect it from the damp, while he continued his explorations. There, I found Tonnison standing within a small excavation that he had made among the debris: he was brushing the dirt from something that looked like a book, much crumpled and dilapidated and opening his mouth, every second or two, to bellow my name. I reached the crumbled wall, and climbed round. I wondered whether he had hurt himself, and then the thought came, that perhaps he had found something. Then, I heard a cry from Tonnison he was shouting my name, excitedly, and, without delay, I hurried along the rocky promontory to the ruin. Uld see no signs of anything to show that there had ever been a building erected on the spot, and I grew more puzzled than ever. ![]()
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