The Sundial

The Sundial

Shirley Jackson

Language: English

Pages: 240

ISBN: 0143107062

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Before there was Hill House, there was the Halloran mansion of Jackson’s stunningly creepy fourth novel, The Sundial

When the Halloran clan gathers at the family home for a funeral, no one is surprised when the somewhat peculiar Aunt Fanny wanders off into the secret garden. But then she returns to report an astonishing vision of an apocalypse from which only the Hallorans and their hangers-on will be spared, and the family finds itself engulfed in growing madness, fear, and violence as they prepare for a terrible new world.

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nothing left. I suppose it’s very hard for you to picture it, but there will be simply nothing; we will look out of the windows—that’s all of us, in the big house, not you, I am afraid, and I am really terribly sorry. But we will all look out the windows and in all the world there will be nothing but drying earth, with the grass beginning to grow. All the houses and people and automobiles and everything will be just melted away.” She sighed again. “I just don’t know how we’re going to make our

to come and destroy; both of you get away at once, do you hear? This is my house where I live all alone.” “Shan’t,” said the girl and the boy paused in his eating to stare. “Old lady witch,” he said at last. “I am not.” “You are so, you are so.” The boy shouted with his mouth full and Mrs. Halloran saw with terror that half the roof of her safe little house was gone, and worse, not eaten but crumbled and thrown on the ground where the children had pulled at it wildly. “You’re an old witch,”

grandmother doll. The last I saw it was safely in the doll house, sitting at the little table. And now someone’s taken it and ruined it.” “Is it really spoiled?” “I don’t care whether it’s spoiled or not, it’s just the idea of the thing. Fancy loves those dolls.” “Can you take the pins out?” Maryjane pulled, tugging out one pin after another and dropping them into the grass. “Sometimes people make me so mad,” she said. “I don’t think it’s hurt the doll. Those little dolls are only made out

there is a green and orange and yellow umbrella and a little table; you’re drinking; it must be terribly hot because we’re wearing light dresses and shorts. I’m wearing a pair of blue-striped shorts and it’s funny, because I don’t own such a thing.” “I’ll lend you mine,” Julia said helpfully. “We use that same umbrella by the tennis courts every summer,” Mrs. Halloran said, “but how does Gloria know about it, or its colors? It is packed away in the carriage house, and has been since long before

see Fancy’s face turned to her, curiously. She does not have the family charm, Aunt Fanny thought, and sighed. Then Aunt Fanny stumbled, and thought, perhaps it is still too dark to go down these side paths, but now it was as far to go back as to go on. Looking upward, to see if it was getting any lighter, Aunt Fanny made small sounds of irritation. The gardeners were growing careless with these walks far from the house; perhaps they knew that only Aunt Fanny habitually came along these ways,

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