Lovecraftian Fragments

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

He kept reading from that cursed tome "Ia! Ia! Tha-tharnagl! hepoon lGo-tharua!" I happily went to the Salem asylum, hopefully never to leave.

The Desolate Temple of K'alarthar

That night, Earle D. Gilman languidly dreamed of The Soul-destroying Temple to Hasyeh-oth, the Render of Thing and those who dwelled there. It destroyed my life for the rest of my life. Damned Harley C. Howard! His Dunwich ancestry led us to the brink of annihilation... and to this day I hear him screaming "Nath'nglei mglw'nafh Haslarana Niggog ag'lui heponath!"

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Cheers,
Joe Provo