Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Earle Dexter Harris recalled Charles C. Harris's last words: "Ia! Ia! Mis-ulan! gurhepo Sarnghu!" It ruined Shub-Phuroth the Devourer. But I know that just beyond the stars, Thug-uldar lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Wilbur Dexter Gardner, tries to pull back the veil.

N'gai, Cth'shu'aqnath, gothg-shebnagl, y'hah; K'al-K'alshogra...

I wish Henry Warren had never read those passages, then maybe I would never have heard of Sar-guro or The Stinking Temple of Nyar-R'l. It destroyed Shub-Niggurath just in time. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the servant-beasts now...

I wish I never interviewed her... Ithguthul, the overwhelming text of Galaicnek's evil. I happily went to the Dunwich asylum, hopefully never to leave. I was doomed! Accursed since the stars were set in motion, as predicted by the K'alath orb!

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Cheers,
Joe Provo