Lovecraftian Fragments

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

That night, I fitfully dreamed of The Desolate Andelain of Cygurn and its natives. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Yognagl aq! Grim, soul-destroying home of the Nig-Dag. How I trembled with revulsion at its sight... Such nameless caverns! I can hear the servant-beasts now...

I kept reading from that accursed tract "Ia! Ia! Ithgurlaion! onath Mis-larnath!" I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter.

Charles Harris recalled Earle Dexter Howard's last words: "N'gai, Shub'wgah'wgahana, icg-bugnek, y'hah; Ith-Sarintep..." It destroyed us.

Telng! Soul-destroying, obscene home of the Mis-Misicnagl. How I trembled with sorrow at its sight... Such overwhelming rivers! I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...

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Joe Provo