I dream of Thule, the Midnight Mountain arising from the white continent of Hyperborea, set in the midst of the Chronium Sea. I dream of the revolt against the modern world, and the subjugation of the feminine demos.
And I dream of Cliticia. I dream of her all the time. And I wonder if she dreams of me, who lies so close, but so far away.
I stand alone in Victoria Park. It is night. I gaze up at the pure steel of Aldebaran, the Pleiades, and the open clusters. And it is then that I feel her ghostly hand touch mine across a space less measurable even than those that divide the stars. ‘I like to fink I’m a little girl again. I like to imagine I don’t know any fink about the Modern Babylon and never will. Yeh, I like to fink I’m a little girl. A child, Maddy. I like to fink I’m just a child.’
And I know I am not alone.
This is the Age of Plastic. This is the Hysterical Age. This is the Age of Jack the Ripper. We have all been seduced. But at last, Oh God, at last, I am no longer alone. I have Cliticia, and I have more. Much, much, more. I have a world to keep me company, a world that worships at the altar of madness and love. Babylon cannot fall. London is Babylon, and Babylon, London. The Imperial Metropolis is the City of the Night! There was never any chance of escape. The darkness, the universal darkness, falls upon man and woman alike and all walk the fog-shrouded streets of the Empire of Fear.
All is Babylon. I know that now. All, all is Babylon the Great.
Table of Contents
Title
Copyright
Introduction
Blurbs
PART One
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Part
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Part
Chapter Fourteen
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