Lovecraftian Fragments

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

That night, I fitfully dreamed of Nith-tharoth, River of Innumerable Terrors and its dwellers.

Il-lagog the Wind Walker

I wish she had never opened that book... Nith-icnai, the damned scroll of Shoglei fht's evil. I happily went to the Boston asylum, hopefully never to leave. Accursed Howard Philip Gardner! His New Bedford ancestry led us to the brink of annihilation... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Tel'ath'ictur, othg-hepoan, y'hah; R'lnek goth..."

Prof. Carrington D. Whately recalled John D. Carter's dying words: "Oo Shub tho! Ia Miarng! wgahnggogla!" It destroyed Tha-K'alonnai just in time. But I know that just beyond the stars, Saragn lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Randolph Dexter Gilman, tries to pull back the veil.

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Cheers,
Joe Provo