Lovecraftian Fragments

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

K'alsothion! Atrocious, atrocious home of the Cthath. How I trembled with fear at its sight... Such doomed deserts! I can hear the servant-beasts now...

Phtep-ana the Stalker

I wish I had never opened that portal... Yogwgahnagl, the obscene text of Thugath's evil. I happily went to the New Bedford asylum, hopefully never to leave. Ga-sothagn! Obscene, nameless home of the Yogath shu. How I trembled with sorrow at its sight... Such accursed temples! I can hear the unnatural music now...

Earle Carter recalled John C. Warren's last words: "Nyar'urtur mglw'nafh Nyararnagl lGooth n'oth sothua!" It destroyed my soul. Innsmouth! Grim, overwhelming place of narrow streets!

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Cheers,
Joe Provo