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By H. P. Lovecraft

The most influential practitioners of yank horror, H.P. Lovecraft encouraged the paintings of Stephen King, Anne Rice, and Clive Barker. As he perfected his mastery of the macabre, his works built from seminal fragments into said masterpieces of terror. This quantity lines his chilling profession and includes:

IMPRISONED WITH THE PHARAOHS--Houdini seeks to bare the demons that inhabit the Egyptian night.
AT THE MOUNTAINS OF MADNESS--An unsuspecting day trip uncovers a urban of untold terror, buried underneath an Antarctic wasteland.

Plus, for the 1st time in any Del Rey edition:

HERBERT WEST: REANIMATOR--Mad experiments yield hideous leads to this, the muse for the cult movie Re-Animator.
COOL AIR--An icy house hides secrets and techniques no guy dares unlock.
THE poor previous MAN--The intruders search a fortune yet locate in simple terms death!

AND TWENTY-FOUR extra BLOOD-CHILLING TALES

From the exchange Paperback edition.

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Rather than searching around the lavatory towards the resource of the recent mild, I stored my eyes from the window in panic worry, and clumsily drew on my garments with a few dazed proposal of break out. I take into account seizing my revolver and hat, yet prior to it used to be over I had misplaced them either with out firing the only or wearing the opposite. After a time the fascination of the pink radiance overcame my fright, and that i crept to the east window and seemed out while the maddening, incessant piping whined and reverberated throughout the fort and over the entire village. Over the lavatory used to be a deluge of flaring gentle, scarlet and sinister, and pouring from the unusual olden spoil at the a ways islet. The point of that wreck i am unable to describe—I should have been mad, for it appeared to upward thrust majestic and undecayed, most appropriate and column-cinctured, the flame-reflecting marble of its entablature piercing the sky just like the apex of a temple on a mountain-top. Flutes shrieked and drums started to beat, and as I watched in awe and terror i assumed I observed darkish saltant kinds silhouetted grotesquely opposed to the imaginative and prescient of marble and effulgence. The impact used to be titanic—altogether unthinkable—and i'd have stared indefinitely had no longer the sound of the piping appeared to develop more advantageous at my left. Trembling with an apprehension oddly combined with ecstasy, I crossed the round room to the north window from which i may see the village and the apparent on the fringe of the bathroom. There my eyes dilated back with a wild ask yourself as nice as though I had not only became from a scene past the faded of nature, for at the ghastly red-litten undeniable used to be relocating a procession of beings in the sort of demeanour as none ever observed sooner than store in nightmares. part gliding, part floating within the air, the white-clad bog-wraiths have been slowly taking flight towards the nonetheless waters and the island destroy in very good formations suggesting a few old and solemn ceremonial dance. Their waving translucent hands, guided by means of the detestable piping of these unseen flutes, beckoned in uncanny rhythm to a throng of lurching employees who doglike with blind, brainless, floundering steps as though dragged through an ungainly yet resistless demon-will. because the naiads neared the lavatory, with no changing their path, a brand new line of stumbling stragglers zigzagged drunkenly out of the fortress from a few door some distance under my window, groped sightlessly around the courtyard and during the intervening little bit of village, and joined the floundering column of workers at the simple. regardless of their distance less than me I immediately knew they have been the servants introduced from the North, for I famous the gruesome and unwieldy kind of the cook dinner, whose very absurdness had now turn into unutterably tragic. The flutes piped horribly, and back I heard the thrashing of the drums from the course of the island break. Then silently and gracefully the naiads reached the water and melted one after the other into the traditional lavatory; whereas the road of fans, by no means checking their velocity, splashed awkwardly after them and vanished amidst a tiny vortex of unwholesome bubbles which i may slightly see within the scarlet mild.

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