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Lavinia Whateley (...) seemed strangely proud of the dark, goatish-looking infant who formed such a contrast to her own sickly and pink-eyed albinism, and was heard to mutter many curious prophecies about its unusual powers and tremendous future.
Lavinia was one who would be apt to mutter such things, for she was a lone creature given to wandering amidst thunderstorms in the hills and trying to read the great odorous books which her father had inherited through two centuries of Whateleys, and which were fast falling to pieces with age and worm-holes.
-excerpt from The Dunwich Horror by H.P. Lovecraft
Lavinia was one who would be apt to mutter such things, for she was a lone creature given to wandering amidst thunderstorms in the hills and trying to read the great odorous books which her father had inherited through two centuries of Whateleys, and which were fast falling to pieces with age and worm-holes.
-excerpt from The Dunwich Horror by H.P. Lovecraft
Henry Armitage has been having strange dreams he hasn’t had since before the horror at Dunwich. Drawn out of his library at the Miskatonic Univeristy by strange happenings around Arkham. Things are not as they should be in the town or his own recollections. Childhood memories of Dunwich that should not be resurface to him and piecing together that puzzle may be the clue to stopping whatever is coming.
A strange albino boy in red stands under a street lamp and beckons him with neither word nor gesture. Heralding a terrible truth.
Things are not as they should be.
Author's Note
My vendetta against Lovecraft is personal.
