Brown University holds the typed manuscript of “The Nameless City” and has scans of the entire manuscript on the Brown Digital Repository. “The Nameless City” is a horror story written by H. P. Lovecraft in January and first published in the November issue of the amateur press journal The . H.P. Lovecraft Reread Today we’re looking at “The Nameless City,” written in January and first published in the November issue.
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The Colossus of Ylourgne. It is your responsibility to check the applicable copyright laws in your country before downloading this work. Presently these voices, while still chaotic before me, seemed to my beating brain to take articulate form behind me; and down there in the grave of unnumbered aeon-dead antiquities, leagues below the dawn-lit world of men, I heard the ghastly cursing and snarling of strange-tongued nxmeless.
Such fury I had not expected, and as I grew fity of an actual slipping of my form toward the abyss I was beset by a thousand new terrors of apprehension and imagination. Collected Stories Volume One. But he does wait till morning.
At the very last I thought I saw signs of an artistic anticlimax. The Immortals of Mercury. By Lance Lovedraft – March 05, Suddenly there came another burst of lovecraftt acute fear which had intermittently seized me ever since I first saw the terrible valley and the nameless city under a cold moon, and despite my exhaustion I found myself starting frantically to a sitting posture and gazing back along the black corridor toward the tunnels that rose to the outer world.
Only the grim brooding desert gods know what really took place—what indescribable struggles and scrambles in the dark I endured or what Abaddon guided me back to life, where I must always remember and shiver in the night wind till oblivion—or worse—claims me.
But strangest of all were their heads, which presented a contour violating all known biological principles. I shuddered oddly in some of the far corners; for certain altars and stones suggested forgotten rites of terrible, revolting and inexplicable nature and made me wonder what manner of men could have made and frequented such a temple.
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The Nameless City by H.P. Lovecraft
No religious theory, however, could easily explain why the level passages in that awesome descent should be as low as the temples—or lower, since one could not even kneel in it. Item s unavailable for purchase. Time had quite ceased to exist when my feet again felt a level floor, and I found myself in a place slightly higher than the rooms in the two smaller temples now so incalculably far above my head.
Continue shopping Checkout Continue shopping. The frescoes had pictured unbelievable cities, and valleys in this lower realm, and my fancy dwelt on the rich and colossal ruins that awaited me.
It is often considered the first Cthulhu Mythos story. Of what could have happened in the geological ages since the paintings ceased and the death-hating race resentfully succumbed to decay, no man might say.
I shall always see those steps in my dreams, for I came to learn what they meant. The New Annotated H. Although Lovecraft’s readership was limited during his life, his reputation has grown over the decades. In this case, the story is about a lone explorer finding ancient ruins, and descending into them on his own. The frescoes had pictured unbelievable cities, and valleys in this lower realm, and my fancy dwelt on the rich and colossal ruins that awaited me.
This hall was no relic of crudity like the temples in the city above, but a monument of the most magnificent and exotic art. I looked at my watch and saw that sunrise was near, so bracing myself to resist the gale that was sweeping down to its cavern home as it had swept forth at evening.
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The narrow passage led infinitely down like some hideous haunted well, and the torch I held above my head could not light the unknown depths toward which I was crawling. Life had lovecradt teemed in these caverns and in the luminous realm beyond; now I ctiy alone with vivid relics, and I trembled to think of the countless ages through which these relics had kept a silent deserted vigil.
At the time I hardly knew whether to call them steps or mere footholds in a precipitous descent. I tthe more afraid than I could explain, but not enough to dull my thirst for wonder; so as soon as the wind was quite gone I crossed into the dark chamber from which it had come. I have said that the fury of the rushing blast was infernal—cacodaemoniacal—and that its voices were hideous with the anmeless viciousness of desolate eternities. The malignancy of the blast awakened incredible fancies; once more I compared myself shudderingly to the only human image in that frightful corridor, the man who was torn to pieces by the nameless race, for in the fiendish clawing of the swirling currents there seemed to abide a vindictive rage all the stronger because it was largely impotent.
Soon it grew fainter and the sand grew more and more still, till finally all was at rest again; but a presence seemed stalking among the spectral stones of the city, and when I glanced at the moon it lovecdaft to quiver as though mirrored in unquiet waters.
Presently these voices, while still chaotic before me, seemed to my beating brain to take articulate form behind me; and down there in the grave of unnumbered aeon-dead antiquities, leagues below the dawn-lit world of men, I lovecrafft the ghastly cursing and snarling of strange-tongued fiends.