Lovecraftian Fragments

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

I wish she had never showed me the Voorish Sign... R'ltur oth, the atrocious fragment of Daggog ng's evil. It destroyed Nathntur the Devourer just in time. But I know that just beyond the stars, Oosothbugnai lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Howard Ward, tries to pull back the veil.

N'gai, Cy'tho'guthra, icg-ulan, y'hah; Illa...

I kept reading from that doomed manuscript "Nyl Thug n! Ia Shogan! gurhepoturtho!" It destroyed my spleen forever. Accursed Earle P. Howard! His Arkham ancestry led us to the brink... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ia! Ia! Yogsoth! nlar Cybugsoth!"

I wish she had never opened that book, then maybe I would never have heard of Oonglar or The Forbidden City of Saragn-ra. It destroyed us. lGoagath! Damned, atrocious home of the Ga-shogtur. How I trembled with fear at its sight... Such damned deserts! I can recall the piping of the foothills now...

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Cheers,
Joe Provo