those voices, while still chaotic before me, seemed to my beating brain to take articulate form
behind me; and down there in the grave of unnumbered aeon-dead antiquities, leagues below the
dawn-lit world of men, I heard the ghastly cursing and snarling of strange-tongued fiends."
OBLONG SWIMMER "'Do you remember,” he shouted, “what I told you about that ruined
city in Indo-China where the Tcho-Tchos lived? You had to admit I’d been there when you
saw the photographs, even if you did think I made that oblong swimmer in darkness out of wax.
If you’d seen it writhing in the underground pools as I did. . . ."
H.P. Lovecraft & Hazel Heald, The Horror In the Museum
ITHAQUA "Lloigor, Zhar and Ithaqua shall ride the spaces among the stars and shall ennoble those who are their followers, who are the Tcho-Tcho; Cthugha shall encompass his dominion from Fomalhaut; Tzathoggua shall come from N'kai..." H.P. Lovecraft & August Derleth, The Lurker At the Threshold
large thing, I am told, vaguely like a man, yet infinitely unlike him.
Details are very distorted and unreliable. It is said to have been an
air elemental, but there are weird hints of something of incredible age,
that rose out of hidden fastness in the far north, from a frozen and
impenetrable plateau up there."
puzzling factor is the appearance, far off to one side of this point in
the trail, in a line with the wandering footsteps of the three
travelers, of a huge imprint, closely resembling the foot of a man-but
certainly a giant-which appears to have been made by an unbelievably
large thing, and the foot, though like that of a man, must have been
webbed!" August Derleth, The Thing That Walked On the Wind "And it did not have a white color, but rather a blue-green tint shading away into purple." August Derleth, Ithaqua
THE WORM "Gyyagin vardar!' I screamed. 'Servant of Yogsoggoth, the Nameless One! The Worm from beyond Space! Star Eater! Blinder of Time! Verminis! Now comes the Hour of Filling, the Time Of Rending! Verminis! Alyah! Alyah! Gyyagin!"
"A huge black maw was discovered beneath; Cal tottered on the edge, his hands held out, his face distended in a wordless scream that I shall hear forever."
"And then there was a huge surge of gray, vibrating flesh. The smell became a nightmare tide. It was a huge outpouring of viscid, pustulant jelly, a huge and awful form that seemed to skyrocket from the very bowels of the ground. And yet, with a sudden horrible comprehension which no man can have known, I perceived that it was but one ring, one segment, of a monster worm that had existed eyeless for years in the chambered darkness beneath that abominated church!"
Stephen King, Jerusalem's Lot
"There, securely wedged between two century-old editions of Shakespeare, stood a great black volume with iron facings. Upon it, in hand-engraved lettering, was the inscription, De Vermis Mysteriis, or 'Mysteries of the Worm."'
Robert Bloch, The Shambler From the Stars
"There is tangible proof—in the form of marginal notes—that I went minutely
through such things as the Comte d’Erlette’s Cultes des Goules, Ludvig Prinn’s
De Vermis Mysteriis, the Unaussprechlichen Kulten of von Junzt, the surviving
fragments of the puzzling Book of Eibon, and the dreaded Necronomicon of the mad
Arab Abdul Alhazred."
"Men knew him as the Dweller in Darkness, that brother of the Old Ones
called Nyogtha, the Thing that should not be. He can be summoned to
Earth's surface through certain secret caverns and fissures, and
sorcerers have seen him in Syria and below the black tower of Leng;
from the Thang Grotto of Tartary he has come ravening to bring terror
and destruction among the pavilions of the great Khan." "He dreamed of Salem, and of a dimly glimpsed, gelatinous black thing that hurtled with frightful speed through the streets, a thing like an incredibly huge, jet black amoeba that pursued and engulfed men and women who shrieked and fled vainly." "The disk was lifted, flung aside, and a great wave of iridescent blackness, neither liquid nor solid, a frightful gelatinous mass, came pouring straight for Leigh." Henry Kuttner, The Salem Horror "It was the eldritch scurrying of those fiend-born rats, always
questing for new horrors, and determined to lead me on even unto those
grinning caverns of earth's centre where Nyarlathotep, the mad faceless
god, howls blindly to the piping of two
amorphous idiot flute-players."
H. P. Lovecraft, The Rats In the Walls
"It is His wood-The Wood of N'gai, the terrestrial abode of the Blind, Faceless One, the Howler In the Night, the Dweller in Darkness, Nyarlathotep, who fears only Cthugha."
up enough sacrifices an’ savage knick-knacks an’ harbourage in the
taown when they wanted it, an’ they’d let well enough alone. Wudn’t
bother no strangers as might bear tales aoutside—that is, withaout they
got pryin’. All in the band of the faithful—Order o’ Dagon—an’ the children shud never die, but go back to the Mother Hydra an’ Father Dagon what we all come from onct—Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn! Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah-nagl fhtagn—”' H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow Over Innsmouth "The
Hydra was said to be the progeny of the monstrous Echidne and Typhon.
It was described as a vast, dog-like body from which sprouted, according
to different sources, nine, fifty, a hundred, or even a thousand
serpents' heads whose breath stank with poison."
"The Hydra was
later used to equate with the monstrous apocalyptic beasts in the Book
Of Revelations Of Saint John in the Christian New Testament scriptures.
In this interpretation the Hydra was said to be the adversary of Saint
Michael the archangel at the final battle before the Day Of Judgement.
In this guise the Hydra was usually portrayed as a two-legged dragon
with as many as nine heads, but otherwise looking like a Wyvern." Carol Rose, Giants, Monsters and Dragons
"But a god must be more than well loved: he must show the attributes of godhead, and this Thor did, abundantly. By name and quality he was the thunder god, who rumbled in his goat drawn chariot across the heavens and was armed with the thunderbolt in the shape of his short-handled hammer Mjollnir. Red-bearded, massive of frame, enormously strong, he was cast in a protecting role for Asgard and the gods and by implication for
Midgard and the race of men."
"It was Red Thor, not Odinn, who stood out against White Christ. It was the hammer, not the spear, which warded off the cross."
Gwyn Jones, The Vikings
"Thor has two he-goats, that are called Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjóstr,
and a chariot wherein he drives, and the he-goats draw the chariot;"
He has also three things of great price: one is the
hammer Mjöllnir, which the Rime-Giants and the Hill-Giants know, when it
is raised on high; and that is no wonder, it has bruised many a skull
among their fathers or their kinsmen. He has a second costly thing, best
of all: thegirdle of might; and when he clasps it about him, then the
godlike strength within him is increased by half. Yet a third thing he
has, in which there is much virtue: his iron gloves; he cannot do
without them when he uses his hammer-shaft. But no one is so wise that
he can tell all his mighty works; yet I can tell thee so much tidings of
him that the hours would be spent before all that I know were told."
"About evening, Thor took his he-goats and slaughtered them both;
after that they were flayed and borne to the caldron. When the cooking
was done, then Thor and his companion sat down to supper. Thor invited
to meat with him the husbandman and his wife, and their children: the
husbandman's son was called Thjálfi, and the daughter Röskva. Then Thor
laid the goat-hides farther away from the fire, and said that the
husbandman and his servants should cast the bones on the goat-hides.
Thjálfi, the husbandman's son, was holding a thigh-bone of the goat, and
split it with his knife and broke it for the marrow.
"Thor tarried there overnight; and in the interval before day he rose
up and clothed himself, took the hammer Mjöllnir, swung it up, and
hallowed the goat-hides; straightway the he-goats rose up, and then one
of them was lame in a hind leg."
"On his way to meet the giant, Thor spends the night with a friendly giantess, who lends him her magic staff." Heather O'Donoghue, From Asgard To Valhalla: The Remarkable History Of Norse Myths