Woods play a crucial and recurring role in horror, fantasy, the gothic and the weird. They are places in which strange things happen, where it is easy to lose your way. Supernatural creatures thrive in the thickets. Trees reach into underworlds of pagan myth and magic. Forests are full of ghosts. L
The Platform Edge: Uncanny Tales of the Railways (British Library Tales of the Weird Book 6)
β Scribed by Ashley, Mike
- Publisher
- British Library Publisher
- Year
- 2019
- Tongue
- en-GB
- Weight
- 631 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN
- 0712364897
- ASIN
- B07N1Q8CWN
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
The Platform Edge is a collection of the greatest stories of strange happenings on the tracks.
In this express service into the unknown, passengers join the jostling of the daily commute, a subway car disappears into another dimension without a trace, while a tragic derailment on a lonely hillside in the Alps torments the locals with its nightly repetition.
From the open railways of Europe and America to the pressing dark of the London Underground, The Platform Edge is the perfect travelling companion for unforgettable journeys into the supernatural.
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