'from now on I have no map' (the road)

we last left werner herzog in a barn in beuerbach. he will cross the river lech.

horsemouth has realised he had herzog walking east not west and has gone back to change it. 

'what a sunrise. the clouds had split open behind me... raging storm and raging rain from the river lech to schwabmuenchen... a brief rest in a stretch of woodland. I can look into the valley, as I take the shortcut over wet slushy meadows; the road ...'  

and there we must leave him. we have read all the free sample we can. 

'while walking, so many things pass through one’s head, the brain rages...' 

it's the 19th anniversary of horsemouth starting blogging 

or it was yesterday?  in any event it is one of the things he most enjoys doing. here he is, once again,  telling you about not very much in particular.

"he succeeds in inspiring a mysterious terror better than any other writer" - m.r. james, author of casting the runes.

who is this mysterious author? 

why none other than j. sheridan le fanu, author of wylder's hand. this claims to be a detective novel rather than a horror novel and yet features various apparitions, as well as a ball, a duel after a ball, a disappearance, mysterious letters from london and the continent.  

howard has a copy of carmilla at horsemouth's recommendation. 

now that it is not time urgent horsemouth's phone seems to have started behaving. hopefully easy trust-building communication can be re-established.