Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Telnek wgah! Accursed, soul-destroying home of the Shubagn-an. How I trembled with pleasure at its sight... Such obscene deserts! I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...

N'gai, Ga'on'gurnai, urg-hepogog, y'hah; Nylnath-o...

I regret opening that door... Ilhepogog, the unnerving text of Nithgothagn's evil. It destroyed Oo-ulthar the Devourer. But I know that just beyond the stars, Gagurshebtur lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Charles Dexter Carter, tries to pull back the veil.

That night, he dreamed of Ul-uryeh, City of Countless Sorrows and its gruesome dwellers. I happily went to the Salem asylum, hopefully never to leave. New Bedford! Overwhelming, damned place of decrepit dwellers!

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Cheers,
Joe Provo