Costuming Lovecraft
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Costuming Lovecraft
As part of Shoggoth.net’s live coverage of the HP Lovecraft filmfest, we bring you Costuming Lovecraft
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Lovecraft in B & W
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Life in the 20’s and 30’s
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Cthulhu Prayer Breakfast
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Weird Tales: beyond HPL
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The Music of the Abyss
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As part of Shoggoth.net’s live coverage of the HP Lovecraft filmfest, we bring you a live John Shirley Reading
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We are live at the H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival in Portland Oregon. We will be live streaming seminars all weekend starting around 5:15PST.
I knew the risks, some of them at least. I understood that the molds and fungi in the deep and secret chamber exuded a foul and toxic essence. I knew the understanding of these truths could make one mad, or worse.
Still, my hunger for knowledge, and I admit to a thirst for power, drove me forward. I put match to wick and adjusted the lantern.
Gently, and with trepidation, I opened the cover of the ancient and crumbling tome: a tingling sensation slipped into my thumb and coursed through my body. I began to read. These truths should have seemed fancy, but were undeniable as they burned into my mind and spirit.
My back arched, straining as if my spine might snap. I felt an enormous consciousness force itself into mine. I could form no words of my own, but issuing from my tortured mouth was a torrent of grating and sibilant consonants. “Gk sthqb pdgkkz sstsk!”
It was then I knew the terrible truth. I had lost all control of my vowels.
Great fiction makes readers feel what their characters are going through. When an author can reach into a reader’s heart and pull at the same strings that his or her characters are going through, an author has done their job and done it well.
Philip Hemplow does just that with Ashes.
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