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BORN OF THE WINDS PAGE PAGE 15 BORN OF THE WINDS by Brian Lumley Consider: I am, or was, a meteorologist of some note – a man whose interests and leanings have always been away from fantasy and the so-called ‘supernatural’ – and yet now I believe in a wind that blows between the worlds, and in a Being which inhabits that wind, striding in feathery cirrus and shrieking lightning-storm alike across icy Arctic heavens. Just how such an utter contradiction of beliefs could come about I will now attempt to explain, for I alone possess all of the facts. If I am wrong in what I more than suspect – if what has gone before has been nothing but a monstrous chain of coincidence confused by horrific hallucination – then with luck I might yet return out of this white wilderness to the sanity of the world I knew. But if I am right, and I fear that I am horribly right, then I am done for, and this manuscript will stand as my testimonial of a hitherto all-but-unrecognised plane of existence … and of its inhabitant, whose like may only be found in legends whose sources date back geological eons into earth’s dim and terrible infancy. My involvement with this thing has come about all in the space of a few months, for it was just over two months ago, fairly early in August, that I first came to Navissa, Manitoba, on what was to have been a holiday of convalescence following a debilitating chest complaint. Since meteorology serves me both as hobby and means of support, naturally I brought some of my ‘work’ with me; not physically, for my books and instruments are many, but locked in my head were a score of little problems beloved of the meteorologist. I brought certain of my notebooks too, in which to make jottings or scribble observations on the almost Arctic conditions of the region as the mood might take me. Canada offers a wealth of interest to one whose life revolves about the weather: the wind and rain, the clouds and the storms that seem to spring from them. In Manitoba on