Those rocks don’t provide much sustenance. Time to go hunting.
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All the Better to Squeeze You With – Inks
Teeth evolved before bones. Eating has always been more important than going for a walk.
All the Better to Squeeze You With – Pencils
It’s a good thing worms don’t know how to organize.
Cthulhu Weather – Color
Yes, Cthulhu is a big fellow. But he’s still just a little guy is the scheme of things. We all are.
Cthulhu Weather
The Call of Cthulhu
By H.P. Lovecraft —
“In the elder time chosen men had talked with the entombed Old Ones in dreams, but then something had happened. The great stone city R’lyeh, with its monoliths and sepulchres, had sunk beneath the waves; and the deep waters, full of the one primal mystery through which not even thought can pass, had cut off the spectral intercourse. But memory never died, and high-priests said that the city would rise again when the stars were right. Then came out of the earth the black spirits of earth, mouldy and shadowy, and full of dim rumours picked up in caverns beneath forgotten sea-bottoms. But of them old Castro dared not speak much. He cut himself off hurriedly, and no amount of persuasion or subtlety could elicit more in this direction. The size of the Old Ones, too, he curiously declined to mention. Of the cult, he said that he thought the centre lay amid the pathless deserts of Arabia, where Irem, the City of Pillars, dreams hidden and untouched. It was not allied to the European witch-cult, and was virtually unknown beyond its members. No book had ever really hinted of it, though the deathless Chinamen said that there were double meanings in the Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred which the initiated might read as they chose, especially the much-discussed couplet:
‘That is not dead which can eternal lie,
and with strange aeons even death may die.’ “
LIke Jesus, Cthulhu could return at any time. Unlike Jesus, He isn’t going to care what kind of life you’ve lived. He (and whether or not “he” is male is open to debate) will call out to His fellow Old Ones and they will be awakened and return to rule the world as they once did. So the cultists believe. But human beings have been twisting and misinterpreting the words of seers and prophets ever since there have been seers and prophets. Who knows what Cthulhu will want or what he will do when he arises? Will he be a morning person? Will he be hungry? What do beings who exist beyond space and time like to eat for breakfast?
Still Not as Hard as Herding Cats – Color
The lifeforms in the Beyond are mostly harmless. Mostly.
Still Not as Hard as Herding Cats – B&W
The Tillinghast Resonator makes identifying and, to some extent, capturing the lifeforms that live in the Beyond relatively easy. In earlier ages interested parties had to rely on magic and alchemy – not the most reliable methods. Is it any wonder that most early harvesters of the Beyond got harvested instead themselves?
The King is Yellowish – Color
There are many roads to Carcosa. Some are paved with good intentions. Others with yellow brick. Some are familiar shortcuts. Many take a winding, even scenic route. Once you arrive you never really leave. Or perhaps Carcosa never leaves you.
The King is Yellowish – B&W
Welcome back to Carcosa. Yes, things look different today than they did at your last visit. That’s the way of this place. It decays its way into new sights and songs, new smells and tastes.
Look around. Have a chat with a resident or three. Try to go mad in only the best way.
Chaugnar Faugn – B&W
One of the reasons that I’m so fond of the so-called Cthulhu Mythos is its breadth and diversity. H.P. Lovecraft may have originated it but it has long since outgrown his writings. Howard Belknap Long was a writer who added to the Mythos during Lovecraft’s lifetime. His most notable creations are the Hounds of Tindalos and the fellow above, Chaugnar Faugn. All of Lovecraft’s work is in the public domain, easily found and therefore easily read. Long’s work is still under copyright and, because Long has not retained a lot of posthumous popularity, requires some effort to track down. As far as I can tell, the Seattle Library has nothing by him in its collections. As such, I haven’t read The Horror from the Hills, the story that first features Chaugnar Faugn.
But what the hell, I have read T.E.D. Klein‘s Black Man with a Horn, featuring a version of Chaugnar Faugn that only vaguely resembles the original, and I felt like drawing an eldritch abomination so … here he is.
