Azathoth |
..When age fell upon the world, and wonder went out of the minds of men; when grey cities reared to smoky skies tall towers grim and ugly, in whose shadow none might dream of the sun or of Spring's fl...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 08:26:00 GMT |
Nyarlathotep |
Nyarlathotep... the crawling chaos... I am the last... I will tell the audient void.... I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago. The general tension was horrible. To a season o...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Jan 2009 15:51:00 GMT |
The Music OF Erich Zann |
I have examined maps of the city with the greatest care, yet have never again found the Rue dAuseil. These maps have not been modern maps alone, for I know that names change. I have, on the cont...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 19:38:00 GMT |
The Outsider |
Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness. Wretched is he who looks back upon lone hours in vast and dismal chambers with brown hangings and maddenin...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jan 2009 23:22:00 GMT |
