Cyril Edward Power

The Age of Speed, Linocuts, 1920s-30s

Opening splash page from Police Comics #21, August 1943. Written, penciled, inked and lettered by Jack Cole.

George Roussos, Suspense #17, "Norman Was Right!", 1952.

Gene Colan & Tom Palmer, Doctor Strange #181, 1969.

Gene Colan & Tom Palmer, Doctor Strange #181, 1969.

Gene Colan & Tom Palmer, Doctor Strange #181, 1969.

"Later, I travelled over to the North-Eastern wall of the Redoubt, and looked thence with my spy-glass at the Watcher of the North-East -the Crowned Watcher it was called, in that within the air above its vast head there hung always a blue, luminous ring, which shed a strange light downwards over the monster- showing a vast, wrinkled brow (upon which an whole library had been writ); but putting to the shadow all the lower face; all save the ear, which came out from the back of the head, and belled towards the Redoubt, and had been said by some observers in the past to have been seen to quiver; but how that might be, I knew not; for no man of our days had seen such a thing."

William Hope Hodgson, The Night Land.

Stephen Fabian, The Watcher of the North-East.

"Beyond these, South and West of them, was the enormous bulk of the South-West Watcher, and from the ground rose what we named the Eye Beam-a single ray of grey light, which came up out of the ground, and lit the right eye of the monster. And because of this light, that eye had been mightily examined through unknown thousands of years; and some held that the eye looked through the light steadfastly at the Pyramid; but others set out that the light blinded it, and was the work of those Other Powers which were abroad to do combat with the Evil Forces. But however this may be, as I stood there in the embrasure, and looked at the thing through the spy-glass, it seemed to my soul that the Brute looked straightly at me, unwinking and steadfast, and fully of a knowledge that I spied upon it. And this is how I felt."

William Hope Hodgson, The Night Land.

Stephen Fabian, The Watcher of the South-West.

"My spy-glass showed it to me with clearness-a living hill of watchfulness, with clearness-a living hill of watchfulness, known to us as The Watcher Of The South. It brooded there, squat and tremendous, hunched over the pale radiance of the Glowing Dome.

Much, I know, had been writ concerning this Odd, Vast Watcher; for it had grown out of the blackness of the South Unknown Lands a million years gone; and the steady growing nearness of it had been noted and set out at length by the men they called Monstruwacans; so that it was possible to search in our libraries, and learn of the very coming of this Beast in the olden-time.

And, while I mind me, there were even then, and always, men named Monstruwacans, whose duty it was to take heed of the great Forces, and to watch the Monsters and the Beasts that beset the great Pyramid, and measure and record, and have so full a knowledge of these same that, did one but sway an head in the darkness, the same matter was set down with particularness in the Records.

Yet it had movement, and had come thus far upon its road to the Redoubt, when the Glowing Dome rose out of the ground before it -growing slowly. And this had stayed the way of the Monster; so that through an eternity it had looked towards the Pyramid across the pale glare of the Dome, and seeming to have no power to advance nearer."

William Hope Hodgson, The Night Land.

Stephen Fabian, The Watcher of the South.

"And so, in a few minutes, I was at the South-Eastern wall, and looking out through The Great Embrasure towards the Three Silver-fire Holes, that shone before the Thing That Nods, away down, far in the South-East. Southward of this, but nearer, there rose the vast bulk of the South-East Watcher-The Watching Thing of the South-East. And to the right and to the left of the squat monster burned the Torches; maybe half-a-mile upon each side; yet sufficient light they threw to show the lumbered-forward head of the never-sleeping Brute."

William Hope Hodgson, The Night Land.

Stephen Fabian, The Watcher of the South-East.

"To the North-West I looked, and in the wide field of my glass, saw plain the bright glare of the fire from the Red Pit, shine upwards against the underside of the vast chin of the North-West Watcher-The Watching Thing of the North-West.... "That which hath Watched from the Beginning, and until the opening of the Gateway of Eternity".

William Hope Hodgson, The Night Land.

Stephen Fabian, The Watcher Of The North-West.

Jean-Michel Nicollet, Le Pays De La Nuit (William Hope Hodgson).

Barry White, Love's Theme.

https://youtu.be/8YS7sWCG_ZE?si=M_IWZ81Oc-FRAfgA

Esteban Maroto, Even Legends May Die.

Tom Sutton & Rudy Nebres, Doctor Strange #33, 1979.

Tracy Chapman, You're the One.

"Aquella tarde de brumas y llovizna, Clara Barceló me robó el corazón, la respiración y el sueño. Al amparo de la luz embrujada del Ateneo, sus manos escribieron en mi piel una maldición que habría de perseguirme durante años."