Algernon Blackwood

Sand Illustrated Algernon Blackwood

As Felix Henriot came through the streets that January night the fog was stifling. And -- he was caught. But the adventure that lay waiting for him where the silent streets of little Helouan kiss the great Desert's lips was of a different kind to any Henriot had yet encountered. Looking back, he has often asked himself, "How in the world can I accept it?" And, perhaps, he never yet has accepted it.