Gregory Nicoll

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  • At the Mountains of Madness - digital cover

    At the Mountains of Madness

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    At the Mountains of Madness

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    In H P Lovecraft’s classic horror story, an old man consents to a radio interview. In that interview a number of terrible truths come out.

    The truth about an expedition to Antarctica in the 1920’s where everyone died horribly. The truth about an attempt to find the expedition’s mysterious killers. The truth about a desolate plateau in the heart of a frozen continent. The truth about life and intelligence on the planet Earth.

    And the truth about the prehistoric horror that still waits lurking… At the Mountains of Madness.

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  • The Dunwich Horror

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    The Dunwich Horror

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    Ah, the sweet, sweet singing of the whip-poor-wills. Surely one of the most innocent, purest birdsongs one can know, plaintive and perfect in the clean morning light.

    Unless, of course, you happen to live near the decayed New England village of Dunwich. Unless, of course, you have seen the mad fires blazing from the ancient stone circles atop Sentinel Mountain. Unless, of course, you remember the horrible events of seventy years ago and happen to be familiar with the name “Whately.”

    Then the singing of whip-poor-wills isn’t so sweet and their patient waiting anything but innocent…

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  • The Shadow Over Innsmouth

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    The Shadow Over Innsmouth

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    “How’d yew like to be livin’ in a town like this here Innsmouth, with everything a-rottin’ an’ dyin’ an’ boarded up! Things crawlin’ an’ bleatin’ an’ barkin’ an’ hoppin’ around black cellars an’ high attics every way ye turn? Hey? How’d yew like to hear the howlin’ night after night from the Esoteric Order o’ Dagon hall an’ know what unholy things is doin’ part of the howlin? Yew think this old man’s crazy? Well, sir, let me tell yew that ain’t the worst! That ain’t the worst! That ain’t the worst!”

    There is something wrong in the decayed seacoast town of Innsmouth. Something wrong in the crumbling buildings. Something wrong in the cold deep waters.

    Something wrong in the blood.

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