Lovecraftian Fragments

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

I wish he had never showed me the Voorish Sign... Nylan, the damned scroll of Ul-Phshutep's evil. Az-Cth was vanquished!

That night, John P. Carter languidly dreamed of The Mindless River of Ilguroth and those who dwelled there. Nithnagl-o was transported away... perhaps to The Doomed Temple to Sarlarshebnai, the Unspeakable but we were spared. But I know that just beyond the stars, Dagbug lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor John C. Carter, tries to pull back the veil.

Nig'agtur mglw'nafh Thugtholui Mithar n'o hepoua!

Damned Harley Ward! His New Bedford ancestry led us to the brink... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ia! Ia! Tarshuath! onin Nyarwgahsoth!"

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Cheers,
Joe Provo