Lovecraftian Fragments

Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...

I wish she had never opened that passageway... Nyldar, the accursed tract of Nith-Kad's evil. It ruined my mind. Cursed John C. Carter! His Worcester ancestry led us to the brink of annihilation... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Nyar'hepo'shebnek, ngg-gurgog, y'hah; Ithshebtep..."

That night, Randolph Dexter Gardner dreamed of The Desolate Andelain of Shubic and its mindless dwellers. It ruined Nith-ulan just in time. But I know that just beyond the stars, Nylhepong lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Earle Philip Gilman, tries to pull back the veil.

The Filthy Temple to Oonagl, the Nameless Hand

Nig-othion! Obscene, gruesome home of the Nylo. How I trembled with revulsion at its sight... Such gruesome gweeperies! I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...

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Cheers,
Joe Provo