![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() If you know Lovecraft’s fiction, there’s nothing you need from me. LovecraftĪ blasted heath where nothing grows yet dead trees seem strangely animated an abandoned well that glows with a colour that has no name a disastrous expedition to Antarctica written by a survivor only to warn others to stay away cathedral-sized buildings from before the dawn of mankind where the geometry doesn’t make sense a pulp writer found dead at his desk, a look of frozen horror on his face sailors discover a drowned city and half a world away an artist begins to sculpt a hideous figure while an architect goes mad something not quite human breaks into an academic library to steal an unholy book human brains are removed and placed in cannisters for transport to other worlds the dead scream and a doctor vanishes alien gods, ancient and terrible, dream beneath the sea… Enter, if you dare, the weird world of H.P. ‘A Literature of Cosmic Fear’: An Introduction to H.P. ![]()
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