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    The Man Who Cast no Shadow (Fantasy and Horror Classics)
    The Man Who Cast no Shadow (Fantasy and Horror Classics)
    The Man Who Cast no Shadow (Fantasy and Horror Classics)
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    The Man Who Cast no Shadow (Fantasy and Horror Classics)

    By Seabury Quinn

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    Many of the earliest and most interesting vampire stories, particularly those dating back to the 1900s and before, are now extremely scarce and increasingly expensive. We are republishing these classic works in affordable, high quality, modern editions, using the original text and artwork.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRead Books Ltd.
    Release dateSep 13, 2016
    ISBN9781473355576
    The Man Who Cast no Shadow (Fantasy and Horror Classics)

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      The Man Who Cast no Shadow (Fantasy and Horror Classics) - Seabury Quinn

      Shadow

      SEABURY QUINN

      Seabury Grandin Quinn was born in Washington D.C. in 1889. In 1910, he graduated from law school, and was admitted to the District of Columbia Bar. He served in World War I, and after his Army service became editor of a group of trade papers in New York. His first published work was ‘The Law of the Movies’ (1917), in The Motion Picture Magazine, and his first published fictional story was ‘Demons of the Night’ (1918), in Detective Story Magazine. He introduced the occult detective Jules de Grandin as a character in 1925, and continued writing tales about him until 1951. Quinn’s stories were incredibly popular, and between the twenties and fifties he appeared in Weird Tales magazine more times than both Robert E. Howard and H. P. Lovecraft. His novel Roads was also widely read. Quinn died in old age on Christmas Eve.

      ‘But no, my friend,’ Jules de Grandin shook his sleek, blond head decidedly and grinned across the breakfast table at me, ‘we will go to this so kind Madame Norman’s tea, of a certainty. Yes.’

      ‘But hang it all,’ I replied, giving Mrs Norman’s note an irritable shove with my coffee spoon, ‘I don’t want to go to a confounded tea party! I’m too old and too sensible to dress up in a tall hat and a long coat and listen to the vaporings of a flock of silly flappers. I—’

      ‘Mordieu, hear the savage!’ de Grandin chuckled delightedly. ‘Always does he find excuses for not giving pleasure to others, and always does he frame those excuses to make him more important in his own eyes. Enough of this, Friend Trowbridge; let us go to the kind Madame Norman’s party. Always there is something of interest to be seen if one but knows where to look for it.’

      ‘H’m, maybe,’ I replied grudgingly, ‘but you’ve better sight than I think you have if you can find anything worth seeing at an afternoon reception.’

      The reception was in full blast when we arrived at the Norman mansion in Tuscarora–Avenue that afternoon in 192–. The air was heavy with the commingled odors of half a hundred different perfumes and the scent of hot-poured jasmine tea, while the clatter of cup on saucer, laughter, and buzzing conversation filled the wide hall and dining room. In the long double parlors the rugs had been rolled back and young men in frock coats glided over the polished parquetry in company with girls in provocatively short skirts to the belching melody of a saxophone and the drumming rhythm of a piano.

      ‘Pardieu,’ de Grandin murmured as he viewed the dancers a moment, ‘your American youth take their pleasures with seriousness, Friend Trowbridge. Behold their faces. Never a smile, never a laugh. They might be recruits on their first parade for all the joy they show – ah!’ He broke off abruptly, gazing with startled, almost horrified, eyes after a couple whirling in the mazes of a foxtrot at

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