Lovecraftian Fragments

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

That night, she fitfully dreamed of The Filthy Temple to Thugath hepo, the Thief of Lives and its populace. It destroyed Misan-ra the Unspeakable. But I know that just beyond the stars, Tar-nnai lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Howard Dexter Warren, tries to pull back the veil.

Cy Il in! Ia Tar-Ga! athulleiag!

He kept reading from that damned tome "Nith Ol ur! Ia Misgog fht! agothothin!" It destroyed my life for a long time. Thaion-ion! Nameless, mind-numbing home of the Olnek-lui. How I trembled with sorrow at its sight... Such unnerving rivers! I can hear the servant-beasts now...

Dr. Howard Warren recalled Carter's last words: "N'gai, Ol'shog'wgahgog, ulg-thogog, y'hah; Nath-tharnek..." It destroyed Misinshogagn. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I hear the servant-beasts when I try.


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Joe Provo