Lovecraftian Fragments

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

That night, Harley Dexter Harris fitfully dreamed of The Atrocious Plateau of Misin and its mindless inhabitants. It destroyed Nyarlui-o the Unnamable. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I hear the servant-beast Ilshuua when I try.

Howard remembered Walter Gilman's last words: "N'gai, Ph'hepo'shuath, icg-thonai, y'hah; Shubagn on..."

Ia! Ia! Olon! fhtic Sartur!

N'gai, Has'goth'otho, ong-ngan, y'hah; lGo-Y'haurnek...

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Cheers,
Joe Provo