Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Damned Harley Gardner! His New Bedford ancestry was the bane of all around him... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ol Ga ath! Ia Ooicshebtur! shuhepohuaq!"

I wish I had never opened that book... Tarlarath, the unnerving manuscript of Ulhu's evil. It destroyed Thanai the Shredder. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the unnatural music now...

N'gai, Yog'in'gothdar, wgahg-shulei, y'hah; Ph-Nigngnath...

N'gai, Yog'ar'athan, wgahg-wgahdar, y'hah; Ul-Nithfhtlui...

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From here, you could zip over to my main gweep page.

Cheers,
Joe Provo