Lovecraftian Fragments

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

I wish I had never opened that book, then maybe I would never have heard of Am-Kad or K'alnagl, Grotto of Eleven Fears. It destroyed us. Worcester! Obscene, grim place of dark secrets!

N'gai, lGo'thar'arion, thog-shebra, y'hah; Teltur ul...

I wish I never interrogated Carrington Philip Carter... Yogonthar, the grim fragment of Illar's evil. Az-aqhu the Stalker of Lives was vanquished! We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the unnatural music now...

Harley Dexter Warren remembered Walter Philip Harris's dying words: "Ia! Ia! Ooothla! ngul Thugdar ic!" I was eternally banished to The Filthy Temple to Phgothn, the Unnamable. Cursed Wilbur Carter! His New Bedford ancestry led us to the brink... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Az'ul'shebo, ong-aqra, y'hah; K'alath..."

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Cheers,
Joe Provo