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 of political and social upheaval was added a strange and brooding apprehension of hideous physical danger; a danger widespread and all-embracing, such a danger as may be imagined only in the most terrible phantasms of the night. I recall that the people …
The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,
And the trees have a silver glare;
Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,
And the harpies of upper air,
That flutter and laugh and stare.
For the village dead to the moon outspread
Never shone in the sunset’s gleam,
But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep
Where the rivers of madness stream
Down the gulfs to a pit of dream.
A chill wind weaves …
Women seldom appear in Lovecraft’s fiction. His world is a male world, with few female characters dotting the edges of the story. There is Asenath Waite, but she is possessed by the spirit of her father; Lavinia Whateley gives birth to Wilbur and quickly exits the story. The female realm holds little interest to Lovecraft.
That is why six of the seven stories in this issue of Innsmouth Free Press look at women, and not just any kind of …
Dear Lord in Heaven, O Merciful Father.
Always I have turned to You in prayer when frightened and my first instinct tonight was to kneel upon these old flagstones and beseech you for guidance. My other choice would be to commune with Professor Webb as we wait to see if his sorcery has had effect. Should I pray the American sorcerer has succeeded, so that Guðrun is safe, or should I pray that he fails?
If …
I remember the whole thing.
It all started by Auntie Alice saying that she had brought us back something special from her trip in Russia. Now, considering her history of gift hunting, I’d rather deducted that something “special” was most likely to turn out being a hugely discounted trinket bought from a dingy store, or something she might have been bartering from an illegal street vendor.
Nonetheless, the set of Russian dolls she deposited on Jonathan’s bed …
