Lovecraftian Fragments

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

That night, I languidly dreamed of The Abandoned City of Azn and its soul-destroying inhabitants. It ruined Tar-Has. But I know that just beyond the stars, Cth-Tarlardar lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Earle C. Gilman, tries to pull back the veil.

I wish she had never showed me the Voorish Sign... Shubguthbugagn, the unnerving book of Tha-lGo's evil.

Hasshuoth, Phylactery of Eleven Terrors

That night, he fitfully dreamed of The Filthy Diner of Olion-nai and its grim inhabitants.

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Cheers,
Joe Provo