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Cthulhu’s Bane
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ISBN-10: 1-55404-059-0
ISBN-13: 
Genre: Supernatural/Horror
eBook Length: 204 Pages
Published: June 2003
OUT OF PRINT

From inside the flap

Jack always had the nightmare, but it seemed to be more frequent lately... he'd be a young boy again, standing in a shallow swimming pool. At the other end were his parents, proud and approving; he'd swim to the middle then find himself in the middle of the ocean... on other occasions he would find himself in a great Cyclopean city of titan blocks and sky-flung monoliths with the words "Cthulhu Fhtagen" drumming in his ears.

After leaving the seminary Jack find himself on the road to Timber Bay, the road home. Where he must confront a family secret that goes back thousands of years.

"... H.P. Lovecraft has been the biggest influence on my writing. Being a former Evangelical Christian Pastor and Biblical scholar, I was completely intrigued by Lovecraft’s Cthulhu Mythos. It was closer to the truth {in my humble opinion} than I cared to think about, and has been a source for many tales." -- Marc Sanchez

This is a MUST read for those that love HP Lovecraft's Cthulhu Mythos or darker tales of mystery and intellectual horror!



Cthulhu’s Bane (Excerpt)


I.


Again the dreams came swiftly...

...he was a child in the shallow end of a large swimming pool. His parents stood waist deep, and fully dressed, in the water with him, holding his hand. Slowly he edged toward the deep end, the water rising up above his chest, his neck, his chin, he blew bubbles and then kicked off into the deep, turning to look back once, seeing his Mom, wringing her hands, looking worried. His father stood in the water with his hands on his hips, smoking his pipe, looking concerned. For a moment he turned and floated on his back, spitting water up into the grey sky. He flipped over and began to swim.

He was in the deep end of the pool.

For some reason he suddenly became frightened. The water churned around him. He looked across the pool at his parents, Mom wringing her hands, Dad puffing his pipe. He felt something brush the bottom of his feet, something wistful, soft, and slippery. Mom worried, Dad concerned. He began to swim for the shallow end, back to the safety of being able to touch bottom, to hold his parents? hand if he needed to.

Mom and Dad welcomed him back to the shallows. He turned and looked behind him, the deep end of the pool was calm, like a mirror. He looked up at his father, who nodded. He swam out to the deep end again. Mom looked worried, Dad concerned. Again the water churned. This time he felt a human hand loosely grip his ankle. The grip tightened and yanked hard, pulling Jack underwater. He panicked. The hand let go. When Jack bobbed back to the surface he began to swim for the shallow end of the pool.

But it was gone.

He was no longer in a swimming pool, but in the middle of the ocean.

A voice whispered in his head...

"Cthulhu Fhtagen."

There were no shallows, no parents, nothing.

He heard his Dad’s voice, "You?re always welcome here, son. You?re always safe here."

More dreams...Jack was...

...drifting down wide familiar hallways, through tunnels of ancient ice, corridors of timeless sands, passageways that led to...darkness...and then light...he came upon what he could only think {know?} was a city...a great Cyclopean city of titan blocks and sky-flung monoliths, all covered with an oozing green slime and latent with a sinister malevolence ...hieroglyphics covered walls, streets, floors, pillars...and off in the distance {very near?} was a sound...drums, yes...drumming...and a chant...chanting words he had never heard {knew by heart?}...

..."Cthulhu fhtagn"...

...a book appeared before him, it was suspended in mid-air and open. The book snapped shut and the cover read "The Book of Hidden Numbers"...

...then the book was gone...there was...

...darkness...

...darkness surrounded him, silence obliterated all noise, and yet off in the distance {or was it just at his fingertips?} he saw it. It sat glowing, still, silent...malicious...

...waiting...waiting for him. "Jack," it whispered. "Jack." Jack reached out for the glowing statuette...that’s what it was...a statuette. It was just out of reach...suddenly he was in a dark room, hieroglyphic characters covered the walls and the stone floor. They covered the base of the detailed sculpture which sat before him upon a stone slab...and altar of sorts...the statuette {replica?} was repulsive {beautiful?}...stop...It was some sort of flying cephalopodic humanoid creature...with long, membranous wings, and it’s paws {hands?} were full of dagger-like claws...its head...tentacles...

..."Cthulhu Fhtagn"...

...stop...stop...stop...

"Stop!" Jack bolted up in the cold bed. The morning sun appeared above the horizon of the eastern hills. Something stirred in the thick bushes outside his window. There was a smell inside of his cheap motel room, that...fishy smell. Jack rubbed the sleep from his eyes and focused on the window.

Nothing.

He reached for his glasses, keeping his gaze fixed...

Nothing.

He headed for home.