Lovecraftian Fragments

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

I wish she had never opened that book... Thuggurath, the doomed tome of Thagoth's evil. I happily went to the Arkham asylum, hopefully never to leave. Mistur lar! Overwhelming, grim home of the Nyl-ardar. How I trembled with revulsion at its sight... Such cursed andelains! I can hear the servant-beasts now...

That night, I dreamed of The Abandoned Desert of Nith-Dagfhtana and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. I was eternally banished to The Overwhelming Plateau of Dag-Cthinthar. We were doomed! Cursed from the dawn of time, as predicted by the stone!

Dr. Earle Carter recollected John Delapoer Gardner's dying words: "N'gai, Cy'ic'icana, lag-ulath, y'hah; Oonagl thar..." I happily went to the Arkham asylum, hopefully never to leave.

Ia! Ia! Pho-o! ngar Nyarlayeh!

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Joe Provo