Fred (host, reader)

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Undertow: Familiar Haunts · The Green Book, Part 1 · 10 Jul 2026 podcast

And I went up, right up to the top, a long way.

I never saw such big ugly stones before.

They came out of the earth, some of them, and some looked as if they had been rolled to where they were, and they went on and on as far as I could see.

A long, long way.

I looked out from them and saw the country, but it was strange.

It was wintertime, and there were black, terrible woods hanging from the hills all around.

It was like seeing a large room hung with black curtains, and the shape of the trees seemed quite different from any I'd ever seen before.

I was afraid.

Then beyond the woods, there were other hills round in a great ring, but I'd never seen any of them.

It all looked black, and everything had a vooer over it.

It was also still and silent, and the sky was heavy and grey and sad like a wicked voorish doom in deep dendo.

I went on into the dreadful rocks.

There were hundreds and hundreds of them.

Some were like horrid grinning men.

I could see their faces, as if they would jump at me out of the stone, and catch hold of me, and drag me with them back into the rock, so that I should always be there.

And there were other rocks that were like animals, creeping, horrible animals, putting out their tongues, and others were like words that I could not say, and others like dead people lying on the grass.

I went on among them, though they frightened me, and my heart was full of wicked songs that they put into it, and I wanted to make faces and twist myself about in the way they did, and I went on and on a long way till at last I liked the rocks, and they didn't frighten me anymore.

I sang the songs I thought of, songs full of words that must not be spoken or written down.

Then I made faces like the faces on the rocks, and I twisted myself about like the twisted ones.

and I lay flat down on the ground like the dead ones, and went up to the one that was green and put my arms round him and hugged him, and so I went on and on through the rocks till I came to a round mound in the middle of them.

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