My father always loved the Michael Cane/Sean Connery film adaptation, so I ventured to pick up this short story to see what the fuss was about. This book has a lot of clout for being so small, It's classic Kipling and the usual messages and tone are present, but the tragedy of the two protagonists really resounded with me for some reason. I think it was Peachey's hands and his descent into madness that left me feeling very eerie.

A great read.