Other editions of book The Place of the Lion

The Place of the Lion is a fantasy novel written by Charles Williams. The book was first published in 1931 by Victor Gollancz. Platonic archetypes begin to manifest themselves outside a small Hertfordshire town, wreaking havoc and drawing to the surface the spiritual strengths and flaws of individual characters. Their focus is the home of Mr Berringer, the leader of a group interested in magical symbolism who falls into a coma after contact with the first archetype unloosed, the lion of the title. Other powers follow this one and cut off the town from the rest of the world that they will inevitably absorb and reshape. Among those overcome and destroyed by the raw powers they encounter are two members of the group, Mr Foster and Miss Wilmot, whose motivation is ultimately selfish. A chance visitor to the group, the academic author Damaris Tighe, narrowly escapes the same fate but is saved at the last moment by her cousin and fiancé, Anthony Durrant. She then sets out to locate Anthony’s friend, Quentin Sabot, who had been with Anthony when the lion first appeared and has now fled into the countryside, overcome with terror.Meanwhile, with the help of another group member, Mr Richardson, who also has the inner strength to withstand the angelical archetypes, Anthony is enabled to understand the process that has been unleashed by Berringer. Together they plan to counter it and reverse the threat. Its next phase has already started and some of the town’s buildings begin to collapse as Berringer’s house is swallowed in a column of unquenchable flame. Armed with the secret names of the archetypes from a grimoire, Anthony summons them back to their point of focus while Richardson neutralizes the fire by walking into it. (wikipedia.org)

From the top of the bank, behind a sparse hedge of thorn, the lioness stared at the Hertfordshire road. She moved her head from side to side, then suddenly she became rigid as if she had scented prey or enemy; she crouched lower, her body trembling, her tail swishing, but she made no sound. Almost a mile away Quentin Sabot jumped from the gate on which he had been sitting and looked at his wrist-watch. 'I don't see much sign of this bus of yours,' he said, glancing along the road. Anthony Durrant looked in the same direction. 'Shall we wander along and meet it?' 'Or go on and let it catch us up?' Quentin suggested. 'After all, that's our direction.' 'The chief use of the material world,' Anthony said, still sitting on the gate, 'is that one can, just occasionally, say that with truth. Yes, let's.' He got down leisurely and yawned. 'I feel I could talk better on top of a bus than on my feet just now,' he went on. 'How many miles have we done, should you think?'

From the top of the bank, behind a sparse hedge of thorn, the lioness stared at the Hertfordshire road. She moved her head from side to side, then suddenly she became rigid as if she had scented prey or enemy; she crouched lower, her body trembling, her tail swishing, but she made no sound. Almost a mile away Quentin Sabot jumped from the gate on which he had been sitting and looked at his wrist-watch. 'I don't see much sign of this bus of yours,' he said, glancing along the road. Anthony Durrant looked in the same direction. 'Shall we wander along and meet it?' 'Or go on and let it catch us up?' Quentin suggested. 'After all, that's our direction.' 'The chief use of the material world,' Anthony said, still sitting on the gate, 'is that one can, just occasionally, say that with truth. Yes, let's.' He got down leisurely and yawned. 'I feel I could talk better on top of a bus than on my feet just now,' he went on. 'How many miles have we done, should you think?'