The Book of Wonder
1912
Lord Dunsany built the doorway through which modern fantasy walked. Written in 1912, The Book of Wonder contains stories that feel like dreams remembered from another world, where mountains have names that chime like bells and gods wander among mortals with unsettling purpose. These are not tales of quests and swords, but something stranger: short, precise fables that operate on the logic of myth, where a centaur leaves his mountain home seeking a legendary city and jewel thieves bargain with fate. Dunsany's prose is deliberately archaic, almost Biblical in its cadences, creating a voice that feels ancient yet utterly modern in its strangeness. The influence here is seismic: Tolkien, Lovecraft, Le Guin, and countless others all traced their lineage back to these pages. This is where modern fantasy began, and these are the stories that made it possible. For readers who want to understand where the genre came from, or who simply want to remember what wonder feels like.
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“Come with me, ladies and gentlemen who are in any wise weary of London: come with me: and those that tire at all of the world we know: for we have new worlds here.””
— Lord Dunsany
“Yet in the blood of man there is a tide, an old sea-current rather, that is somehow akin to the twilight, which brings him rumours of beauty from however far away, as driftwood is found at sea from islands not yet discovered: and this spring-tide or current that visits the blood of man comes from the fabulous quarter of his lineage, from the legendary, the old; it takes him out to the woodlands, out to the hills; he listens to ancient song.””
— Lord Dunsany
“The Gibbelins eat, as is well known, nothing less good than man.””
— Lord Dunsany








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