Lovecraftian Fragments

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

I regret questioning him... Shuboth-thar, the cursed manuscript of Ullarnglui's evil. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Salem! Soul-destroying, grim place of disturbingly-angled roofs!

Walter Delapoer Warren remembered Charles Dexter Carter's last words: "Ia! Ia! Shubthar in! bugsheb Shogar!" It ruined us.

N'gai, Nath'shu'aqhu, gothg-inra, y'hah; Dagnagl...

I regret interrogating Howard P. Gilman, then maybe I would never have heard of Dag-ontep or The Obscene Temple to Kad-Ul, the Flying Filth. Sarag the Crawling Hand was transported away... perhaps to The Filthy Grotto of Nylwgah but we were spared. But I know that just beyond the stars, Thaothnagl lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Ward, tries to pull back the veil.

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Cheers,
Joe Provo