Sometimes prose reads poetic. Such is the case with H.P. Lovecraft’s The Colour out of Space, which he penned in 1927. The story is image-rich and lyrical.
It’s a perfect story to turn into a graphic novel. (And Sara Barkat has done that.)
Here is a peek at the tale:
I could not go into that dim chaos of old forest and slope again, or face another time that grey blasted heath where the black well yawned deep beside the tumbled bricks and stones. The reservoir will soon be built now, and all those elder secrets will lie safe forever under watery fathoms. But even then I do not believe I would like to visit that country by night—at least not when the sinister stars are out; and nothing could bribe me to drink the new city water of Arkham.