Lovecraftian Fragments

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

I regret opening that door... Phgurthar, the damned book of Hassheb's evil. It ruined Telshebagn the Stalker of Young. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I hear the unnatural music when I try.

Aztep, Plateau of Countless Fears

Henry Howard recalled Carter's dying words: "Y'ha Nath ic! Ia Ullui-thar! sothaqnathwgah!"

Prof. John D. Ward recollected John Philip Warren's last words: "R'l'buggog mglw'nafh Olngan Nathlui shu'gog gotho!" Hasoth the Wind Walker was vanquished! We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...

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Cheers,
Joe Provo