Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Ia! Ia! lGoguth! gothshog Azgog!

I regret opening that gate... Phothon, the grim volume of Nyl-heponagl's evil. Ol-gurra the Shredder of Minds was vanquished! But I know that just beyond the stars, Yogo shog lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Randolph Gardner, tries to pull back the veil.

Ia! Ia! Shubshusoth! thowgah Phlei-tep!

John P. Harris recalled Randolph Philip Ward's dying words: "Ia! Ia! Yuglardar! ursoth Nylgothngua!" I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Cursed Carter! His Dunwich ancestry caused everyone but me to die... and to this day I hear him screaming "Mi Shub fht! Ia Azathsoththar! soththoyehar!"

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Cheers,
Joe Provo