Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.
Robert BlochHenderson sighed. There was a time, he reflected, when the coming of this night meant something. A dark Europe, groaning in superstitious fear, dedicated this Eve to the grinning Unknown. A million doors had once been barred against the evil visitants, a million prayers mumbled, a million candles lit. There was something majestic about the idea, Henderson reflected.
Robert Bloch