By: A. Merritt

“I crawled up and up.”

By: A. Merritt

“I rushed up and past that unseen Horror.”

By: A. Merritt

“Their whispering grew into a chant.”

By: A. Merritt

It lurked, it brooded, it threatened…

By: A. Merritt

“It was appalling — it was
demonic .”

By: A. Merritt

“An impression of enormous upright slugs…”

By: A. Merritt

“Before me was — sheer space!”

By: A. Merritt

“Any whispering?”

By: A. Merritt

The whispering grew louder.

By: A. Merritt

“Kiss the bride, Doc!” cried the O’Keefe.

By: A. Merritt

Abruptly the tortured crystal chimings ceased.

By: A. Merritt

“Lugur is mine! None but me slays him!”

By: A. Merritt

“Your Love; Your Lives; Your Souls!”

By: A. Merritt

“You forget that the nobles will have the Keth…”

By: A. Merritt

“But still the tides swept higher; still dwindled the land!”