Thursday, March 20, 2014


"...the ghasts, those repulsive beings which die in the light, and which live in the vaults of Zin and leap on long hind legs like kangaroos.
After a moment something about the size of a small horse hopped out into the grey twilight, and Carter turned sick at the aspect of that scabrous and unwholesome beast, whose face is so curiously human despite the absence of a nose, a forehead, 
and other important particulars."
H.P. Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest Of Unknown Kadath

1 comment:

  1. Hey Mike, we're missing this friday's monster. Any interruptions?