Best Fantasy Stories

Introduction

IntroductionIT is a strange thing, when I feel most fervently and most

deeply, my hands and my tongue seem alike tied, so that I cannot

rightly describe or accurately portray the thoughts that are rising

within me; and yet I am a painter; my eye tells me as much as that,

and all my friends who have seen my sketches and fancies say the

same.

I am a poor lad, and live in one of the narrowest of

lanes; but I do not want for light, as my room is high up in the

house, with an extensive prospect over the neighbouring roofs.

During the first few days I went to live in the town, I felt

low-spirited and solitary enough. Instead of the forest and the

green hills of former days, I had here only a forest of

chimney-pots to look out upon. And then I had not a single friend;

not one familia