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Peculiar Exploits of Brigadier Fellowes — Sterling E. Lanier
Who is Brigadier Pfellowes? To quote one of his listeners at the club, “He seemed to have served in every branch of Her Majesty's forces at one time or another, including all known forms of Intelligence.” The Brigadier himself with admit only to an artillery commission, yet none of his stories has anything to do with artillery.
They are, however, about the unnatural, about strange gods forgotten by recent civilizations, about drums beating under the tropical moon, weird cries, and eldritch howls and rites that civilized men thought had died with the building of the pyramids. Pfellowes is a catalyst, a focal point for dark forces, a man to whom things happen. Wherever he goes, on vacation or on routine business, he enters a world most people never see, except in their darkest dreams. Monsters pursue him, humans lay traps for him, supernatural beasts seek his destruction while the kindly, urbane, bluff soldier threads his way through a labyrinth of hideous perils like a tightrope walker, his iron nerve and years of experience his only defense against the powers and beings that prowl the lost fringes of the world. Sometimes the menace is physical, but sometimes the soul itself is in danger. For Ffellowes had tackled powers beyond any physical law, powers whose aim is to obliterate the human spirit.
They are, however, about the unnatural, about strange gods forgotten by recent civilizations, about drums beating under the tropical moon, weird cries, and eldritch howls and rites that civilized men thought had died with the building of the pyramids. Pfellowes is a catalyst, a focal point for dark forces, a man to whom things happen. Wherever he goes, on vacation or on routine business, he enters a world most people never see, except in their darkest dreams. Monsters pursue him, humans lay traps for him, supernatural beasts seek his destruction while the kindly, urbane, bluff soldier threads his way through a labyrinth of hideous perils like a tightrope walker, his iron nerve and years of experience his only defense against the powers and beings that prowl the lost fringes of the world. Sometimes the menace is physical, but sometimes the soul itself is in danger. For Ffellowes had tackled powers beyond any physical law, powers whose aim is to obliterate the human spirit.
