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“It is true that a few scholars, unusually versed in the literature of occultism and magic, found vague resemblances between some of the hieroglyphs and certain primal symbols described or cited in two or three very ancient, obscure, and esoteric texts such as the Book of Eibon, reputed to descend from forgotten Hyperborea; the Pnakotic fragments, alleged to be pre-human; and the monstrous and forbidden Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred.” H.P. Lovecraft Out of the Aeons |
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Written by Anonymous
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Wednesday, 26 March 2008 |
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How to use horrifying god-monsters from beyond reality as helpful house-elves. The thrust of the book is that Mythos abominations can be invoked easily to conveniently solve all sorts of common, every-day problems. For those of you expecting a sanity-shattering book of evil, this is not it. |
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Written by H. P. Lovecraft
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Thursday, 31 May 2007 |
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After twenty-two years of nightmare and terror, saved only by a desperate conviction of the mythical source of certain impressions, I am unwilling to vouch for the truth of that which I think I found in Western Australia on the night of 17-18 July 1935. There is reason to hope that my experience was wholly or partly an hallucination - for which, indeed, abundant causes existed. And yet, its realism was so hideous that I sometimes find hope impossible. |
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Written by H. P. Lovecraft
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Tuesday, 10 April 2007 |
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Whether the dreams brought on the fever or the fever brought on the dreams Walter Gilman did not know. Behind everything crouched the brooding, festering horror of the ancient town, and of the mouldy, unhallowed garret gable where he wrote and studied and wrestled with figures and formulae when he was not tossing on the meagre iron bed. His ears were growing sensitive to a preternatural and intolerable degree, and he had long ago stopped the cheap mantel clock whose ticking had come to seem like a thunder of artillery. At night the subtle stirring of the black city outside, the sinister scurrying of rats in the wormy partitions, and the creaking of hidden timbers in the centuried house, were enough to give him a sense of strident pandemonium. The darkness always teemed with unexplained sound - and yet he sometimes shook with fear lest the noises he heard should subside and allow him to hear certain other fainter noises which he suspected were lurking behind them. |
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Written by Lauren Silver
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Friday, 22 December 2006 |
I don't want to know this anymore. I've sinned.
No. Not sin, not exactly. But I've gone where I shouldn't, and so here I am. These things I've unleashed upon the world, this curse, I don't know the cure. All I can say is that I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. |
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Written by Bast
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Friday, 22 December 2006 |
Of all the Lovecraftian inspired works I've read, one of the most horrifying, amusing, and unexpected was Baby's First Mythos, written by C. J. Henderson and illustrated by his daughter, Erica Henderson. The book takes its readers on an ABC and 123 journey through the Mythos, from Azathoth to Zarnak.
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Written by H. P. Lovecraft
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Friday, 24 August 2007 |
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Three times Randolph Carter dreamed of the marvelous city, and three times was he snatched away while still he paused on the high terrace above it. All golden and lovely it blazed in the sunset, with walls, temples, colonnades and arched bridges of veined marble, silver-basined fountains of prismatic spray in broad squares and perfumed gardens, and wide streets marching between delicate trees and blossom-laden urns and ivory statues in gleaming rows; while on steep northward slopes climbed tiers of red roofs and old peaked gables harbouring little lanes of grassy cobbles. It was a fever of the gods, a fanfare of supernal trumpets and a clash of immortal cymbals. Mystery hung about it as clouds about a fabulous unvisited mountain; and as Carter stood breathless and expectant on that balustraded parapet there swept up to him the poignancy and suspense of almost-vanished memory, the pain of lost things and the maddening need to place again what once had been an awesome and momentous place. |
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Written by John Orne
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Monday, 30 June 2008 |
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"You who would learn the wisdom of hidden things and traverse the avenues of shadow beneath the stars, heed this song of pain that was chanted by one who went unseen before you that you may follow the singing of his voice across the windblown sands that obscure the marks of his feet." -Necronomicon: The Wanderings of Alhazred What strange secrets lurk inside the Tyson Necronomicon? It proudly proclaims itself to be "fictional" and based purely on the work of Lovecraft but what does this mean exactly? |
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