H. P. Lovecraft

H.P. Lovecraft: The Complete Fiction


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rel="nofollow" href="#u500ba14d-af0d-58ed-9865-415833e8229d">Chapter I

       Chapter II

       The Lurking Fear

       Chapter I - The Shadow On The Chimney

       Chapter II - A Passer In The Storm

       Chapter III - What The Red Glare Meant

       Chapter IV - The Horror In The Eyes

       The Moon-Bog

       The Music of Erich Zann

       The Other Gods

       The Outsider

       The Picture in the House

       The Quest of Iranon

       The Rats in the Walls

       The Shunned House

       Chapter I

       Chapter II

       Chapter III

       Chapter IV

       Chapter V

       The Silver Key

       The Statement of Randolph Carter

       The Strange High House in the Mist

       The Street

       The Temple

       The Terrible Old Man

       The Thing on the Doorstep

       Chapter I

       Chapter II

       Chapter III

       Chapter IV

       Chapter V

       Chapter VI

       Chapter VII

       The Tomb

       The Transition of Juan Romero

       The Tree

       The Unnamable

       The White Ship

       What the Moon Brings

       Polaris

       The Very Old Folk

       Ibid

       Old Bugs

       Sweet Ermengarde

       Chapter I - A Simple Rustic Maid

       Chapter II - And the Villain Still Pursued Her

       Chapter III - A Dastardly Act

       Chapter IV - Subtle Villainy

       Chapter V - The City Chap

       Chapter VI - Alone in the Great City

       Chapter VII - Happy Ever Afterward

       A Reminiscence of Dr. Samuel Johnson

       The History of the Necronomicon

      The Nameless City

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      Written: January 1921

      First published in The Wolverine, No. 11 (November 1921), Pages 3-15

Cthulhu Runes

      When I drew nigh the nameless city I knew it was accursed. I was travelling in a parched and terrible valley under the moon, and afar I saw it protruding uncannily above the sands as parts of a corpse may protrude from an ill-made grave. Fear spoke from the age-worn stones of this hoary survivor of the deluge, this great-grandmother of the eldest pyramid; and a viewless aura repelled me and bade me retreat from antique and sinister secrets that no man should see, and no man else had dared to see.

      Remote in the desert of Araby lies the nameless city, crumbling and inarticulate, its low walls nearly hidden