Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Arkham! Nameless, amorphous place of disturbingly-angled roofs!

Carter kept reading from that damned tract "Am Az ul! Ia Ithfhtsothhu! icngdarin!" Nyar-Ul was vanquished! We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...

Earle C. Harris kept reading from that cursed scroll "Ph Mi soth! Ia Ph-onan! guthngrahepo!" It ruined Shub-Geniii. But I know that just beyond the stars, Hasan lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Walter Delapoer Whately, tries to pull back the veil.

Ia! Ia! Yugur! inguth Illei-tur!

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Cheers,
Joe Provo