Seeking some clue in Von Junzt's volume, I read again of the Temple of the Toad, of the strange pre-Indian people who worshipped there, and of the huge, tittering, tentacled, hoofed monstrosity that they worshipped. Robert E. Howard, The Thing on the Roof

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The slavering monster that had slain him lumbered now toward me, shadowy, tentacle-like arms outspread, the pale starlight making a luminous pool of his great inhuman eye, his frightful talons dripping with I know not what elemental forces to blast the bodies and souls of men.

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In the Temple of the Serpent

What unguessed masters of nameless science dwell in the black towers of Yahlgan I dare not dream, but surely black sorcery from the pits of Hell went into the remolding of that countenance. Robert E. Howard, Black Hounds of Death

It was night, and a strong wind was blowing through the star-filled skies, stirring Conan's black mane. Far below them twinkled the lights of Khorshemish, seemingly farther away than the stars above them. Pelias seemed withdrawn and aloof here, one in cold unhuman greatness with

Foul are the Acolytes of Kaamog, wisely did Tukmak, Khan of the Aggurs, slay them all and tear down their temple to bury the Well of Kaamog from the sight of men.

The masculine urge to be seduced by a sea witch who wants to rip off my head and sacrifice it to her dark moon god.

To the Father of Rhan-Tegoth, was given Ryabur's mate, To feed the spider-thing's lust for blood, was given Ryabur's mate, Beast men howled praises to the spider-thing, as they gave it Ryabur's mate, But lo, A thunder of bloodstained hooves, The lightning of skullcrushing axe,

A vague memory stirred in his brain - the memory of a grisly tale mumbled to him over a dying fire in the skull-heaped devil-devil hut of a black witchman - the tale of a god which dwelt in a crimson house in a ruined city and which was worshipped bydarksome cults in dank jungles

Then, whispered Castro, those first men formed the cult around small idols which the Great Ones shewed them; idols brought in dim eras from dark stars. That cult would never die till the stars came right again, and the secret priests would take great Cthulhu from His tomb to

The Shadow over Xuthal

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Tales were told of brave hunters who had gone into those dens and had not returned; and much was said of the vile feeding-habits of the Voormis and the uses to which their captives were put before death and after it. Also, much was said regarding the genesis of the Voormis, who

Going forward, the woman bowed low before the chanters, like a slave. The men, who were three in number, continued their incantation without pausing. Gaunt as starved herons they were, and great of stature, with a common likeness; and their sunk eyes were visible only by red