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They say foul things of old times still lurk in dark, forgotten corners of the world, and gates still gape to loose on certain

nights shapes pent in hell.

Justin Jeffrey.

I read of it first in the strange book of Onyunt's,

the German eccentric who lived so curiously

and died in such grisly and mysterious fashion.

It was my fortune to have access to his nameless cults in the original edition,

the so-called Black Book, published in Dusseldorf in 1839 shortly before a hounding doom overtook

the author.

Collectors of rare literature were familiar with nameless cults, mainly through the cheap and faultly translation, which was pirated in London

by Bridewall in 1845, and the carefully expurgated edition put out by the Golden Goblin

Press of New York in 1999. but the volume I stumbled upon was one of the unexpigated German copies

with heavy black leather covers and rusty iron hasps.

I doubt if there are more than half a dozen such volumes in the entire world today

for the quantity issued was not great and when the manner of the author's demise was

brooted about many possessors of the author's demise was brooted about. Many possessors of the book burned their volumes in panic.

I definitely burned my copy of Nameless Cults. How about you Chris? I actually have the audiobook copy that Betty White reads.

Real? Wow, did you burn it? Probably? Oh, Chris.

Speaking of audio books, what was that we just heard?

That was the opening paragraph of Robert E. Howard's The Black Stone,

and we're talking about it here on the HP Lovecraft

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