Sac Prairie People

by August Derleth

Sac Prairie (short stories)

On This Page

Tags

Members

Recently Added By

Author Information

Picture of author.
374+ Works 8,014 Members
August Derleth was born on February 24, 1909 in Sauk City, Wisconsin. He sold his first story to Weird Tales at the age of 16. He received a Bachelor's of Arts degree from the University of Wisconsin. After college, he went to work for Fawcett Publications as an editor for Mystic Magazine. In 1932, the first of his Sac Prairie stories was show more published in various local papers. In 1935, his first book, a collection of related novellas entitled Place of Hawks, was published. In 1937, his first Sac Prairie novel, Still is the Summer Night, was published. He was awarded a Guggenheim fellowship in 1938 to help him continue the Sac Prairie saga. During his lifetime, he wrote more than 90 books including The Milwaukee Road, Still Small Voice, H.P.L.: A Memoir, Restless Is the River, The Hills Stand Watch, Sweet Genevieve, Evening in Spring, The Moon Tenders, The Captive Island, and Father Marquette and the Great River. He had upward of 3,000 works published in over 350 magazines including The Catholic World, The Yale Review, The New Republic, Redbook, The New Yorker, Good Housekeeping, and The American Mercury. He died on June 6, 1971. (Bowker Author Biography) show less

Series

Common Knowledge

Original publication date
1948
Dedication
For certain ladies
First words
Sometimes on spring nights ghosts walk; a girl, a boy, one instant seen, lost in the next; and something there is about the way they haunt the shadowed moonlit dark that reaches deep into the well of darkness that is past ti... (show all)me, time gone; these two, whose way is old, the echoes of whose voices touch memory as lamplight warms a long-closed room--something thee is that stirs the pool of time.
Last words
(Click to show. Warning: May contain spoilers.)Where I walked at Helen's side now, I could not turn, could not look back, lest I see in the darkness there the tangible spectre of that terrible loneliness, like a tenuous creature of no substance, a night-gaunt fleet as the wind and bound to me, humble but tenacious, a creature in my image, with my own familiar face, an entity lying forever in wait in the secret pockets of the heart.

Classifications

Genres
Fiction and Literature, General Fiction
LCC
PZ3 .D445Language and LiteratureFiction and juvenile belles lettresFiction and juvenile belles lettresFiction in English

Statistics

Members
13
Popularity
1,767,235
Languages
English
Media
Paper
ISBNs
1
ASINs
1