Having read the Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath all the way through for the first time, finally, I’ve got to say, it was about what I expected. Incredibly florid prose, very little characterization, lots of odd picaresque locales. Lovecraft is notorious … Continue reading →
Nyarlathotep, the Other God, incarnate as a golden boy-Pharoah, speaks to Randolph Carter almost as if they were equals. It — he — exposits the following. 1) Carter’s quest has destroyed those before him who attempted it — Barzai, … Continue reading →
Here we are, the big finish! Carter and all his friends get sucked up into the Castle of the Great Ones. The castle is huge, y’all: large as the army of ghouls and night-gaunts [is], it [is] lost in the … Continue reading →
The next night, in Sarkomand, Carter gives a speech to the assembly of ghouls. His main points are as follows: 1) We’ve done great, attacking the moonbeasts. 2) I have this other quest, though. 3) I want to go to … Continue reading →
We’re in the home stretch now, believe it or not. Just three entries after this one. I had wanted to get all of PS: DQUK done in May, but such is life. The black galley, crewed by ghouls and with … Continue reading →
For this next bit to make sense you need to know something that Lovecraft totes forgot to mention before, which was that the ghouls and the night-gaunts are friends. Best friends! Also there’s a special ghoul passphrase that all night-gaunts … Continue reading →
Carter runs and stumbles through the inky tunnels. He didn’t make an effort to leave the High-Priest’s chamber by the same route they came in, because the frescoes he saw on the way in were just too scary. However they … Continue reading →
Surrounded, as he is, by a small horde of horse-headed elephantine birds, Carter gives up his flight. Behind him the squat slant-eyed trader of evil legend rides up, all smug because he has the power to control Shantaks. The old … Continue reading →
Around the middle of his second day out from Inquanok, Carter and his yak come to the small-domed village of Urg. He spends a few hours chilling in the bar there, but Urg lacks ancient mariners, so he moves on … Continue reading →
Inquanok is a holy city, full of prayers and hymns and sacred flames from censers. Every so often you’re obliged to stop what you’re doing and pull out a viola or something, and join in a prayer-concert. All these rituals … Continue reading →
