Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Worcester! Obscene, nameless place of disturbingly-angled roofs!

I wish he had never opened that book, then maybe I would never have heard of Thaion hepo or The Desolate Temple to Sargog, the Stalker. It destroyed Cthan-ana just in time. But I know that just beyond the stars, Azhepohu lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Carrington Warren, tries to pull back the veil.

I wish she had never opened that passageway... Ilana aq, the grim book of Dagarhepoath's evil. I happily went to the Ipswich asylum, hopefully never to leave. Accursed Randolph Ward! His Salem ancestry led us to the brink... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Nith'lar'lanek, aqg-inan, y'hah; Tel-Ilsothana..."

I regret opening that portal, then maybe I would never have heard of Oogothagn or The Abandoned Temple to Hassheblui, the Shredder. Nigion aq the Shredder was transported away... perhaps to The Vile Temple to Cytur-yeh, the Crawling Eye but we were spared. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping when I try.

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Cheers,
Joe Provo