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The Complete Collection

of

H. P. Lovecraft

b.1890 — d.1937

Table of Contents

The Nameless City The Nameless City * * * * * Written: January 1921 First published in The Wolverine , No. 11 (November 1921), Pages 3-15

The Festival The Festival “Efficiunt Daemones, ut quae non sunt, sic tamen quasi sint, conspicienda hominibus exhibeant.” —Lactantius Translation: Devils so work that things which are not appear to men as if they were real. * * * * * Written: October 1923 First Published in Weird Tales , Vol. 5, No. 1 (January 1925), Pages 169-174

The Colour Out of Space The Colour Out of Space * * * * * Written: March 1927 First Published in Amazing Stories , Vol. 2, No. 6 (September 1927), Pages 557-567

The Call of Cthulhu The Call of Cthulhu (Found among the papers of the late Francis Wayland Thurston, of Boston) “Of such great powers or beings there may be conceivably a survival… a survival of a hugely remote period when… consciousness was manifested, perhaps, in shapes and forms long since withdrawn before the tide of advancing humanity… forms of which poetry and legend alone have caught a flying memory and called them gods, monsters, mythical beings of all sorts and kinds.…” —Algernon Blackwood * * * * * Written: August-September 1926 First Published in Weird Tales , Vol. 11, No. 2 (February 1928), Pages 159-78, 287

Chapter I - The Horror In Clay

Chapter II - The Tale of Inspector Legrasse

Chapter III - The Madness from the Sea

The Dunwich Horror

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

The Whisperer in Darkness

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

The Dreams in the Witch House

The Haunter of the Dark

The Shadow Over Innsmouth

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Discarded Draft of “The Shadow Over Innsmouth”

The Shadow Out of Time

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

At the Mountains of Madness

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

Chapter XI

Chapter XII

The Case of Charles Dexter Ward I. A Result and a Prologue

Chapter I

Chapter II

II. An Antecedent and a Horror

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

III. A Search and an Evocation

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

IV. A Mutation and a Madness

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

V. A Nightmare and a Cataclysm

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Azathoth

Beyond the Wall of Sleep

Celephaïs

Cool Air

Dagon

Ex Oblivione

Facts Concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn and His Family

Chapter I

Chapter II

From Beyond

He

Herbert West—Reanimator

Chapter I - From the Dark

Chapter II - The Plague-Daemon

Chapter III - Six Shots by Moonlight

Chapter IV - The Scream of the Dead

Chapter V - The Horror From the Shadows

Chapter VI - The Tomb-Legions

Hypnos

In the Vault

Memory

Nyarlathotep

Pickman’s Model

The Book

The Cats of Ulthar

The Descendant

The Doom That Came to Sarnath

The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

The Evil Clergyman

The Horror at Red Hook

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

The Hound

Chapter I

Chapter II

The Lurking Fear

Chapter I - The Shadow On The Chimney

Chapter II - A Passer In The Storm

Chapter III - What The Red Glare Meant

Chapter IV - The Horror In The Eyes

The Moon-Bog

The Music of Erich Zann

The Other Gods

The Outsider

The Picture in the House

The Quest of Iranon

The Rats in the Walls

The Shunned House

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

The Silver Key

The Statement of Randolph Carter

The Strange High House in the Mist

The Street

The Temple

The Terrible Old Man

The Thing on the Doorstep

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

The Tomb

The Transition of Juan Romero

The Tree

The Unnamable

The White Ship

What the Moon Brings

Polaris

The Very Old Folk

Ibid

Old Bugs

Sweet Ermengarde

Chapter I - A Simple Rustic Maid

Chapter II - And the Villain Still Pursued Her

Chapter III - A Dastardly Act

Chapter IV - Subtle Villainy

Chapter V - The City Chap

Chapter VI - Alone in the Great City

Chapter VII - Happy Ever Afterward

A Reminiscence of Dr. Samuel Johnson

The History of the Necronomicon

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Written: January 1921

First published in The Wolverine , No. 11 (November 1921), Pages 3-15

When I drew nigh the nameless city I knew it was accursed. I was travelling in a parched and terrible valley under the moon, and afar I saw it protruding uncannily above the sands as parts of a corpse may protrude from an ill-made grave. Fear spoke from the age-worn stones of this hoary survivor of the deluge, this great-grandmother of the eldest pyramid; and a viewless aura repelled me and bade me retreat from antique and sinister secrets that no man should see, and no man else had dared to see.

Remote in the desert of Araby lies the nameless city, crumbling and inarticulate, its low walls nearly hidden by the sands of uncounted ages. It must have been thus before the first stones of Memphis were laid, and while the bricks of Babylon were yet unbaked. There is no legend so old as to give it a name, or to recall that it was ever alive; but it is told of in whispers around campfires and muttered about by grandams in the tents of sheiks, so that all the tribes shun it without wholly knowing why. It was of this place that Abdul Alhazred the mad poet dreamed on the night before he sang his unexplained couplet:

“That is not dead which can eternal lie,

And with strange aeons even death may die.”

I should have known that the Arabs had good reason for shunning the nameless city, the city told of in strange tales but seen by no living man, yet I defied them and went into the untrodden waste with my camel. I alone have seen it, and that is why no other face bears such hideous lines of fear as mine; why no other man shivers so horribly when the night-wind rattles the windows. When I came upon it in the ghastly stillness of unending sleep it looked at me, chilly from the rays of a cold moon amidst the desert’s heat. And as I returned its look I forgot my triumph at finding it, and stopped still with my camel to wait for the dawn.

For hours I waited, till the east grew grey and the stars faded, and the grey turned to roseal light edged with gold. I heard a moaning and saw a storm of sand stirring among the antique stones though the sky was clear and the vast reaches of desert still. Then suddenly above the desert’s far rim came the blazing edge of the sun, seen through the tiny sandstorm which was passing away, and in my fevered state I fancied that from some remote depth there came a crash of musical metal to hail the fiery disc as Memnon hails it from the banks of the Nile. My ears rang and my imagination seethed as I led my camel slowly across the sand to that unvocal stone place; that place too old for Egypt and Meroë to remember; that place which I alone of living men had seen.