Lovecraftian Fragments

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

I regret opening that passageway, then maybe I would never have heard of Ithshuhepo or The Grim Desert of Misoth. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. We were doomed! Cursed from the start of the voyage, as predicted by the sphere!

I wish he had never opened that passageway... Thugaqsothua, the mind-numbing scroll of Dagshulanek's evil. I felt the presence of Olfhtindar.

N'gai, Dag'gur'icdar, ulg-tharath, y'hah; Cthbug...

That night, I fitfully dreamed of The Abandoned Tower of Olaqthonek and its accursed inhabitants. It ruined Mis-R'l just in time. But I know that just beyond the stars, Shoglei sheb lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Henry Howard, tries to pull back the veil.

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Cheers,
Joe Provo