1st October 1931
John, I beg again your council. Six years have passed and yet every night and increasingly during the days I hear the maddening chanting, I see his eyes over and over
His eyes before he jumped, he stood at the rail; bayed and howled like a dog and then looked at me... I felt an expanse of millennia open within me... his eyes
Later…
My final days will be spent within this library, in my empty home searching, searching. I think I may have found reference within an ancient manuscript to another book, written by a madman…
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
This has been a wonderful series, Jim and very true to Lovecraft. I've enjoyed and appreciated every word you've written. I take my hat off to you, sir. I see a lot of Lovecraftian parodies that I usually abhor. One was published here on drablr earlier this week by another writer (or perhaps shill would be a better term) . Your pastiche though is both pure and beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.