Lovecraftian Fragments

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

That night, he fitfully dreamed of The Desolate Temple to Olaththaroth, the Render of Souls and its natives. It ruined my life. Olana-agn! Atrocious, grim home of the Aman-lui. How I trembled with revulsion at its sight... Such mindless grottos! I can hear the servant-beasts now...

That night, she dreamed of The Forbidden Grotto of Azngul and its natives. It destroyed Nig-iclui just in time. But I know that just beyond the stars, Ulbug lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Howard Harris, tries to pull back the veil.

Sarag the Atrocious Vacuum

The Filthy Cavern of Olnath-gog


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Joe Provo