Lovecraftian Fragments

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

That night, Gilman languidly dreamed of The Grim Temple to Yogan-ath, the Render and its populace.

I wish he had never opened that gate, then maybe I would never have heard of Dagra wgah or The Forbidden Grotto of Tarlei ar. It destroyed us for the rest of my life. Innsmouth! Overwhelming, soul-destroying place of disturbingly-angled roofs!

He kept reading from that accursed tract "Cy Thug guth! Ia Yogdar-nath! othagrain!" It ruined my mind. Cursed Henry Ward! His Ipswich ancestry caused everyone by me to die... and to this day I hear him screaming "Tel Shog ng! Ia R'lnnek! ulartepthar!"

lGo-Gaonagn, River of Three Sorrows

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Cheers,
Joe Provo