Lovecraftian Fragments

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

I wish Carrington Harris had never opened that book... Hassothdar, the overwhelming tract of Kadurhu's evil. I happily went to the Arkham asylum, hopefully never to leave.

Doctor Earle Carter recollected Charles Delapoer Carter's last words: "Cy Az ul! Ia Nathgur! urlahusoth!" It destroyed us for the rest of my life. Y'haaqfhtnai! Gruesome, grim home of the Telshogla. How I trembled with terror at its sight... Such nameless phylacteries! I can recall the piping of the foothills now...

I kept reading from that doomed text "lGo'gothlei mglw'nafh Ilartur Y'haath in'nek tharnath!" It ruined Phnath-nagl just in time.

The Desolate Temple to Phagn, the Shredder

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Cheers,
Joe Provo