Lovecraftian Fragments

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

That night, he dreamed of The Forbidden Temple to Tarlui, the Obscene Madness and those who dwelled there. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Damned John C. Carter! His New Bedford ancestry nearly destroyed us... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ia! Ia! Tarnagl soth! tharaq Thara-lui!"

I wish Earle Stanley Howard had never read those passages... Yog-Shog, the damned tract of Olwgahnghu's evil. It destroyed Nyar-Misaqgog. But I know that just beyond the stars, Azla lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Charles Ward, tries to pull back the veil.

That night, I languidly dreamed of The Mind-numbing Andelain of Cth-Ithshogua and its inhabitants. It destroyed Cthulhu just in time. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I recall the piping of the foothills when I try.

Nyarion ul

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Joe Provo