Wednesday, October 6, 2010

I, Cthulu

Brilliance from Neil Gaiman for Lovecraft afficianados. Here's the beginning ...
Cthulhu, they call me. Great Cthulhu.

Nobody can pronounce it right.

Are you writing this down? Every word? Good. Where shall I start -- mm?

Very well, then. The beginning. Write this down, Whateley.

I was spawned uncounted aeons ago, in the dark mists of Khhaa'yngnaiih (no, of course I don't know how to spell it. Write it as it sounds), of nameless nightmare parents, under a gibbous moon. It wasn't the moon of this planet, of course, it was a real moon. On some nights it filled over half the sky and as it rose you could watch the crimson blood drip and trickle down its bloated face, staining it red, until at its height it bathed the swamps and towers in a gory dead red light.

Those were the days.
Read it all here. Via Redecorating Middle-Earth in Early Lovecraft.


  1. How fun!

    I love Gaiman's take on "R"eligion.
    American God's is one of my favorites.

  2. Aha! Now I know where that rather sullen-looking fellow in my Monday night class found his auto-biographical essay!