Lovecraft: 41 books

Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness. Wretched is he who looks back upon lone hours in vast and dismal chambers with brown hangings and maddening rows of antique books, or upon awed watches in twilight groves of grotesque, gigantic, and vine-encumbered trees...

Dopo essere fuggito dalla prigionia su una nave tedesca, al principio della prima guerra mondiale, un uomo naufraga su una misteriosa distesa melmosa. I segreti che racchiude questo nuovo continente minacceranno la sua salute mentale e, forse, la sopravvivenza del genere umano.

Il misterioso Nyarlathotep giunge dall’Egitto agli USA, portando una nuova scienza ed una nuova visione profetica ad un occidente ormai caduto nel caos e nel terrore.

Il misterioso protagonista di questa storia vive in un castello diroccato, cinto da una foresta che pare infinita, in cui la luce non giunge mai. Non ha alcun ricordo del suo passato ed è tormentato dalla solitudine. Quando decide di fuggire dalla sua dimora, alla ricerca dell’agognata luce del...

Grazie alla sua ultima invenzione, lo scienziato Crawford Tillinghast riesce a risvegliare organi sensoriali dormienti nel corpo del narratore, permettendogli di percepire il nostro mondo per come è veramente, oltre il velo che la misericordiosa Natura ha posto sulle nostre percezioni. Una realtà...

Guidato dagli scritti dei suoi antenati, un uomo giunge nella tetra cittadina di Kingsport. Il suo obiettivo è quello di partecipare all’ancestrale rito di Yuletide, un’antica tradizione di famiglia. Sebbene Yuletide non sia altro che la celebrazione pagana della primavera ventura, lo sfortunato protagonista scoprirà che i suoi avi si inginocchiavano a ben altri Dei.

It's the first night of Laura and Phil's vacation and she's looking forward to some seriously hot sex, and letting Phil watch! Phil is always upset when she dresses slutty and picks up men to bring back to their house, but Laura knows that's all part of his game, denying the fact he loves it. When...

In a dream Kuranes saw the city in the valley, and the sea-coast beyond, and the snowy peak overlooking the sea, and the gaily painted galleys that sail out of the harbour toward the distant regions where the sea meets the sky. In a dream it was also that he came by his name of Kuranes, for when awake...

For JD Walker, owner of the infamous fetish club Devil’s Playground, life is good. His club is successful, he has plenty of money and spends his time indulging in his lifelong addiction; sex. But despite his current success he is still haunted by a dark and violent past marred by the death of his...

We were sitting on a dilapidated seventeenth-century tomb in the late afternoon of an autumn day at the old burying-ground in Arkham, and speculating about the unnamable. Looking toward the giant willow in the centre of the cemetery, whose trunk has nearly engulfed an ancient, illegible slab, I had...

Becoming a new parent is overwhelming. Your life is changed forever. Every choice you make for your new baby will have lasting, possibly life-long consequences. Parenting advice is tossed your way from all sides, but who should you trust?   The most trustworthy source might surprise...

I was far from home, and the spell of the eastern sea was upon me. In the twilight I heard it pounding on the rocks, and I knew it lay just over the hill where the twisting willows writhed against the clearing sky and the first stars of evening. And because my fathers had called me to the old town...

There was thunder in the air on the night I went to the deserted mansion atop Tempest Mountain to find the lurking fear. I was not alone, for foolhardiness was not then mixed with that love of the grotesque and the terrible which has made my career a series of quests for strange horrors in literature...

In the morning mist comes up from the sea by the cliffs beyond Kingsport. White and feathery it comes from the deep to its brothers the clouds, full of dreams of dank pastures and caves of leviathan. And later, in still summer rains on the steep roofs of poets, the clouds scatter bits of those dreams,...