
A veil had descended over the whole coast...It wrapped itself around the sand dunes and braided through the telephone wires up on the road,sneaking over the landscape and cloaking the sea. The fog, if that what it was, was white as vanilla ice cream.
Etchison's talent for evoking eeriness and terror is all over this work, While, of course, not as original as his short fiction, The Fog is still worthwhile seeking out as a primary example of Etchison's early writings.