Tuesday, December 22, 2009


It was a colossal and nameless blasphemy with glaring red eyes, and it held in bony claws a thing that had been a man, gnawing at the head as a child nibbles at a stick of candy. Its position was a kind of crouch, and as one looked one felt that at any moment it might drop its present prey and seek a juicier morsel. But damn it all, it wasn’t even the fiendish subject that made it such an immortal fountain-head of all panic—not that, nor the dog face with its pointed ears, bloodshot eyes, flat nose, and drooling lips. It wasn’t the scaly claws nor the mould-caked body nor the half-hooved feet—none of these, though any one of them might well have driven an excitable man to madness. Image source.


Chris 'Frog Queen' Davis said...

Oh, I will always stop for a Lovecraft reference, my favorite and one of my favorite stories...made my day, thanks! :D

Great picture, perfect mood!


JHMDF said...

Now that is a great set up.