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“N'gai, n'gha'ghaa, bugg-shoggog, y'hah; Yog-Sothoth, Yog-Sothoth” Abdul Alhazred Necronomicon |
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Written by H. P. Lovecraft
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Saturday, 28 April 2007 |
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When I drew nigh the nameless city I knew it was accursed. I was traveling in a parched and terrible valley under the moon, and afar I saw it protruding uncannily above the sands as parts of a corpse may protrude from an ill-made grave. Fear spoke from the age-worn stones of this hoary survivor of the deluge, this great-grandfather of the eldest pyramid; and a viewless aura repelled me and bade me retreat from antique and sinister secrets that no man should see, and no man else had dared to see. |
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Written by H. P. Lovecraft
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Tuesday, 10 April 2007 |
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The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age. |
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Written by H. P. Lovecraft
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Tuesday, 10 April 2007 |
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I am forced into speech because men of science have refused to follow my advice without knowing why. It is altogether against my will that I tell my reasons for opposing this contemplated invasion of the antarctic - with its vast fossil hunt and its wholesale boring and melting of the ancient ice caps. And I am the more reluctant because my warning may be in vain. |
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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 H. P. Lovecraft
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Monday, 09 April 2007 |
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Bear in mind closely that I did not see any actual visual horror at the end. To say that a mental shock was the cause of what I inferred - that last straw which sent me racing out of the lonely Akeley farmhouse and through the wild domed hills of Vermont in a commandeered motor at night - is to ignore the plainest facts of my final experience. Notwithstanding the deep things I saw and heard, and the admitted vividness the impression produced on me by these things, I cannot prove even now whether I was right or wrong in my hideous inference. For after all Akeley's disappearance establishes nothing. |
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Written by H. P. Lovecraft
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Monday, 09 April 2007 |
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My memories are very confused. There is even much doubt as to where they begin; for at times I feel appalling vistas of years stretching behind me, while at other times it seems as if the present moment were an isolated point in a grey, formless infinity. I am not even certain how I am communicating this message. While I know I am speaking, I have a vague impression that some strange and perhaps terrible mediation will be needed to bear what I say to the points where I wish to be heard. My identity, too, is bewilderingly cloudy. I seem to have suffered a great shock- perhaps from some utterly monstrous outgrowth of my cycles of unique, incredible experience. |
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Written by H. P. Lovecraft
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Friday, 22 December 2006 |
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Nyarlathotep... the crawling chaos... I am the last... I will tell the audient void.... |
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Written by H. P. Lovecraft
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Friday, 22 December 2006 |
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West of Arkham the hills rise wild, and there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever cut. There are dark narrow glens where the trees slope fantastically, and where thin brooklets trickle without ever having caught the glint of sunlight. On the gentle slopes there are farms, ancient and rocky, with squat, moss-coated cottages brooding eternally over old New England secrets in the lee of great ledges; but these are all vacant now, the wide chimneys crumbling and the shingled sides bulging perilously beneath low gambrel roofs. |
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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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Mythos News
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Written by Old Theobald
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Friday, 22 December 2006 |
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Welcome to MythosTomes.com! Please have a look around. We have articles and reviews related to the Necronomicon, HP Lovecraft, and the Cthulhu Mythos, as well as reviews and Mythos fiction. Be sure to check out the Wikinomicon , an online Mythos tome that anyone can edit! We are accepting submissions of any Lovecraftian, Cthulhu Mythos, or Necronomicon-related material you might have. Please register and send us your work! It is our hope to bring a number of new writers to the Cthulhu Mythos, and perhaps even present the work of established authors. This site is still in beta, so please be patient. Please, let us know what you think of the site! Please remember to bookmark this site, as we are always adding more material.
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Necronomicons
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Written by Old Theobald
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Thursday, 21 December 2006 |
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The Simon Necronomicon, that little black paperback from Avon, is undoubtedly the most common of the commercially available Necronomicons. The book was originally released as a limited run of 666 leather-bound copies. A cloth-bound hardcover followed, in a run of 3333 copies. In its mass-market paperback incarnation, this book holds the dubious honor of being the easiest Necronomicon to find. |
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Necronomicons
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Written by Old Theobald
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Tuesday, 19 December 2006 |
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The Wildside Necronomicon is a paperback reprint of the infamous Owlswick Necronomicon, published in 1973 in a limited edition of 348. This was the first commercially available Necronomicon. The bulk of the text is written in “Duriac,” an artificial script created by an artist for this project. An interesting feature of this book is that it reads from right to left, like Arabic or Hebrew. |
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