Carter brought along some of the moon-tree-sap wine from the zoogs, and offers it to Atal, and gets him good and drunk. Robbed of his reserve, poor Atal babbled freely of forbidden things. A long ways to the south, he … Continue reading →
The Skai river valley is a pleasant-sound place, all farms and chimneys and cottages and dogs. The dogs bark at the zoogs still trailing Carter, but he ignores them. He stops at a farmhouse and asks the people there if … Continue reading →
This first stop of Carter’s, the Enchanted Wood, holds a small nation of zoogs, nebulously-described nonhuman sapient entities small and brown and unseen that live in burrows. The Enchanted Wood touches the waking world in two places, says Lovecraft, though … Continue reading →
There’s a guy named Randolph Carter. Carter has experienced a recurring dream, in which he walked through a glorious city, impossibly beautiful. The dream ends abruptly, before he’s ready for it to conclude, and it stirs up Carter’s deepest emotional … Continue reading →
Odds are good, if you’re reading this, that you’re already passing familiar with H.P. Lovecraft and “the Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath,” but for the sake of anyone who isn’t, let me lay it all out. Howard Phillips Lovecraft (1890-1937) spent … Continue reading →
