Lovecraftian Fragments

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

That night, Howard Stanley Howard dreamed of The Desolate Desert of Shognai and its atrocious populace. I happily went to the Boston asylum, hopefully never to leave.

The Abandoned Temple to Shogshogua, the Unnamable

I regret interrogating her, then maybe I would never have heard of R'lath or Nyar-shogion, Diner of Innumerable Sorrows. Thugaqguthnek was transported away... perhaps to The Abandoned Temple of Nyarululra but we were spared. But I know that just beyond the stars, Misan fht lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Charles Gardner, tries to pull back the veil.

Henry C. Carter kept reading from that cursed book "N'gai, Cth'soth'fhtath, gothg-wgahthar, y'hah; Ithra-tep..." It destroyed us. Dunwich! Mindless, nameless place of decayed populace!

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Cheers,
Joe Provo