The only saving grace of the present is that it's too damned stupid to question the past very closely.
The appeal of the spectrally macabre is generally narrow because it demands from the reader a certain degree of imagination and a capacity for detachment from everyday life. Relatively few are free en...
Her laughter was like sweet deadly venom.
For I have always been a seeker, a dreamer, and a ponderer on seeking and dreaming...
To be bitter is to attribute intent and personality to the formless, infinite, unchanging and unchangeable void. We drift on a chartless, resistless sea. Let us sing when we can, and forget the rest..
When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams.
In search of Truth the hopeful zealot goes,But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!
Whilst never actually rebuffing a visitor, he always reared such a wall of reserve that few could think of anything to say to him which would not sound inane.
If I am mad, it is mercy! May the gods pity the man who in his callousness can remain sane to the hideous end!
Damn it, it wasn’t quite fresh enough!
«Que no está muerto lo que yace eternamente y con el paso de los evos, aun la muerte puede morir»
This time I did not have to question the source of his snarls and hisses, and of the fear which made him sink his claws into my ankle, unconscious of their effect; for on every side of the chamber the...
My searchlight expired, but still I ran. I heard voices, and yowls, and echoes, but above all there gently rose that impious, insidious scurrying, gently rising, rising as a stiff bloated corpse gentl...
It is said that in Ulthar, which lies beyond the river Skai, no man may kill a cat; and this I can verily believe as I gaze upon him who sitteth purring before the fire. For the cat is cryptic, and cl...
In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
I neither knew nor cared whether my experience was insanity, dreaming, or magic; but was determined to gaze on brilliance and gaiety at any cost.
Without warning, I heard the heavy door behind me creak slowly open upon its rusted hinges.
There is in certain ancient things a traceOf some dim essence --More than form or weight;A tenuous aether, indeterminate,Yet linked with all the laws of time and space.A faint, veiled sign of continui...
And as I walked by the shallow crystal stream I saw unwonted ripples tipped with yellow light, as if those placid waters were drawn on in resistless currents to strange oceans that are not in the worl...
As I shivered and brooded on the casting of that brain-blasting shadow, I knew that I had at last pried out one of earth's supreme horors-one of those nameless blights of outer voids whose faint demon...