Welcome to Pseudopod Towers. Get comfy04, 20th July, 2018.

This week's story, The Gorgon by Tanith Lee.

Hello everyone, welcome to Sudapod The Weekly Horror Podcast.

I'm Alistair, your host, and this week's story comes to us from one of the all-time greats. The late Tannathley's 1971 debut

was the children's book, The Dragon Horde. Her first adult book was The Birth Grave

in 1975 and between that point and her death she was one of the most prolific

authors in her multifarious fields. She wrote adult fantasy children's fantasy science fiction fiction, horror, Gothic romance, historical fiction,

short stories, novels. She covered so much ground in such a lot of time and her work was always lush, incredibly well

realized and beautifully linguistically designed and essential. This story originally appeared in 1982 in the anthology of Quiet Horror Shadows 5, edited by Charles L. Grant.

Your readers this week are Scott Campbell and Sharon Moskowitz. So, get ready, because

the boat's coming in. And the stories you're about to hear. Well, they're all true.

The Gorgon by Tanneth Lee,

Red to by Scott Campbell and Sharon Muskowitz.

The small island, which lay out the larger island of Defu, obviously contained a secret of some sort, and day by day, particularly night by night, began to exert an influence on on me that I must find it out.

Deathly itself, or more correctly herself, for she was a female country, voluptuous and cruel by turns in the true antique fashion of the goddess,

was hardly enormous. A couple of roads, a tangle of sheep tracks, a precarious escalating village, rocks and hillsides thatched with

blistered grass, all of which overhung an extraordinary sea, unlike any sea in which I had encountered elsewhere in Greece.

Water, which might be mistaken for blueness from a distance, but which, from the harbour

or the multitude of caves and coves that undermine the island

revealed itself to be a clear and succulent green like milky limes or the bottle glass of certain spirits. On my first morning, having come on to the natural

terrace, the only recommendation of the Havolac accommodation, To look over the strange green ocean, I saw the smaller island,

lying like a little boat of land more just wide a defoo's three hills. The day was clear, the water frilled with white where it hit the fangs and

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