In an age undreamed of…
Alfhild felt the familiar heat and shudder in her throat and behind her eyes as she picked up the small wolfskin cloak from the packed earthen floor of her family’s hut.
“Wolves. Ymir damn them all!”
Monday, July 2, 2018
Tuesday, May 29, 2018
Cthulhu Mythos Obscurities
In the story "The Shadow out of Time" H.P. Lovecraft mentions "a general of the great-headed brown people who held South Africa in B.C. 50,000" as one the Yithian's mental abductees.
Perhaps HPL's inspiration for this was Boskop Man aka Homo Capensis, a separate species of ancient humans theorized to have a much greater brain capacity based on some big skulls found in South Africa in 1913 (the idea has since been discredited). Was HPL imagining them in his mythos as a prehistoric empire since they had a general smart enough to get mind switched with a Yithian cone creature?
Not much online about Boskop Man since it's now considered just some unusually big skulls and not a separate race of early man but here's an image and a couple of articles.
Perhaps HPL's inspiration for this was Boskop Man aka Homo Capensis, a separate species of ancient humans theorized to have a much greater brain capacity based on some big skulls found in South Africa in 1913 (the idea has since been discredited). Was HPL imagining them in his mythos as a prehistoric empire since they had a general smart enough to get mind switched with a Yithian cone creature?
Not much online about Boskop Man since it's now considered just some unusually big skulls and not a separate race of early man but here's an image and a couple of articles.
Thursday, May 24, 2018
Sunday, May 20, 2018
The Last Decree of Ban-Fayan
“I will not do this thing.”
“You will. It is my decree as princess of Shu-Chen. It is your mandate to comply.”
Thus was the exchange between two women who occupied the opulent throne room of the royal palace of Shu-chen.
“You will. It is my decree as princess of Shu-Chen. It is your mandate to comply.”
Thus was the exchange between two women who occupied the opulent throne room of the royal palace of Shu-chen.
Friday, May 11, 2018
Saturday, May 5, 2018
The Grasping Coils
Prologue
The dark, bald-pated man finished encircling himself and a companion in a ring of rock salt, his saffron robes stained with sweat. In one hand he grasped a black candle, in the other an obscenely formed mandrake root. Wetting his dry lips he turned to his compatriot, a swarthy, mustachioed man clad in black silken finery.
Friday, April 27, 2018
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