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Saturday, November 9, 2019
Ancestors & Descendants
Place your preorder for Ancestors and Descendants. A chilling collection of Lovecraftian horror tales, including one by yours truly. Buy your mamma a copy before somebody else does.
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
Saturday, August 17, 2019
The Matrix of Khouzouhept
I
Kaa-Vulth, deposed Emperor of Tazzozz, grinned as he surveyed the surreal vista laid out in the bowl-shaped valley beneath him.
Saturday, July 6, 2019
Bane of the Man-Serpent.
Kaa-Vulth had battled past guardians human and inhuman, and cheated death at every turn.
Now, he at last breached the inner sanctum of Man -Serpent. The he would pit cold steel against the eldritch sorcery of an ageless evil.
Now, he at last breached the inner sanctum of Man -Serpent. The he would pit cold steel against the eldritch sorcery of an ageless evil.
The Ghonshu Mystery
In 1974, geologist-turned-mystic-turned-paranormal lecturer Andrei Conrad published The Ghonshu Mystery through DAW books.
Conrad presented the feverishly outlandish narrative as fact, and was the butt of humiliation from skeptics and unimaginative reviewers.
The book was poorly received as both a work of science fiction and documentary, and Conrad fell into obscurity.
Mint copies of the volume command respectable prices today, as it is favored by collectors of the unusual.
Conrad presented the feverishly outlandish narrative as fact, and was the butt of humiliation from skeptics and unimaginative reviewers.
The book was poorly received as both a work of science fiction and documentary, and Conrad fell into obscurity.
Mint copies of the volume command respectable prices today, as it is favored by collectors of the unusual.
Thursday, May 23, 2019
Queen Sigyn fragment
In replendant Velathra, ‘neath lapis vaults and diaphanous shrouds, Queen Sigyn slumbered, and slumbering, dreamt.
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
The Track of the God-Ape
It is, I‘m told, natural for one to grow nostalgic as one ages. Like many others I look back with wistful fondness upon my youth and childhood. But I have also found myself immersed in reminiscences that are not connected with any events of my lifetime. Visions I would dismiss as daydreams or phantasms were it not for their vividness and the absolute conviction I have that I lived these events as surely as I attended grade school and enjoyed my first kiss. One such vision that forced itself upon me is a memory from when I was Diyang-Buru of the Stork Folk.
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