An earlier painting by Myke Amend, now available in printed form at 11×14 inches and printed edge to edge in high detail.

The Vineyard depicts a strange sort of harvest, or perhaps a strange means of conception, making for a very Lovecraftian strange-fiction themed image, brilliantly, vividly colored, yet oh so dark.

Printed in 200 years archival pigment ink, heavy metallic stock in order to best bring out the rich colors and contrast of this vibrant piece.

A UV-protective lustre finish also helps protect the print against moisture and scratches.

Print size (edge to edge) is 11 x 14 inches, and can be purchased at mykeamend.com, or at Beth and Myke’s Joint Etsy Account: Ettadiem

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Written in 1920 by H. P. Lovecraft

Published June, 1934 in The Fantasy Fan

Horrible beyond conception was the change which had taken place in my best friend, Crawford Tillinghast.

I had not seen him since that day, two months and a half before, when he told me toward what goal his physical and metaphysical researches were leading; when he had answered my awed and almost frightened remonstrances by driving me from his laboratory and his house in a burst of fanatical rage. I had known that he now remained mostly shut in the attic laboratory with that accursed electrical machine, eating little and excluding even the servants, but I had not thought that a brief period of ten weeks could so alter and disfigure any human creature. It is not pleasant to see a stout man suddenly grown thin, and it is even worse when the baggy skin becomes yellowed or grayed, the eyes sunken, circled, and uncannily glowing, the forehead veined and corrugated, and the hands tremulous and twitching. And if added to this there be a repellent unkemptness, a wild disorder of dress, a bushiness of dark hair white at the roots, and an unchecked growth of white beard on a face once clean-shaven, the cumulative effect is quite shocking. But such was the aspect of Crawford Tilllinghast on the night his half coherent message brought me to his door after my weeks of exile; such was the specter that trembled as it admitted me, candle in hand, and glanced furtively over its shoulder as if fearful of unseen things in the ancient, lonely house set back from Benevolent Street.

That Crawford Tilinghast should ever have studied science and philosophy was a mistake. These things should be left to the frigid and impersonal investigator for they offer two equally tragic alternatives to the man of feeling and action; despair, if he fail in his quest, and terrors unutterable and unimaginable if he succeed. Tillinghast had once been the prey of failure, solitary and melancholy; but now I knew, with nauseating fears of my own, that he was the prey of success. I had indeed warned him ten weeks before, when he burst forth with his tale of what he felt himself about to discover. He had been flushed and excited then, talking in a high and unnatural, though always pedantic, voice. (more…)

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“We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight. We shall see these things, and other things which no breathing creature has yet seen. We shall overleap time, space, and dimensions, and without bodily motion peer to the bottom of creation!”

Slow or dormant pineal gland? Unable to see Ultraviolet? Ever wonder what is out there in the ether swimming about your head, crawling on your dinner plate?

The Resonator is guaranteed to solve these and other problems!

… Unfortunately, due to a recent accident, the actual resonator itself is currently unavailable.

Quality metallic luster coated prints commemorating its first use, however, are available. These 5×7 prints have an archival rating of 200+ years, and are printed the same size as the original engraving by Myke Amend, on heavy metallic stock, in quality archival pigment inks, with a UV-resistant and scratch resistant coating!

Order yours now!… wait! Stand still for just a moment,I urge you! Okay, it has passed on to the other room. Okay, Order yours now, before it comes back!

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We are pleased to announce that “Some Ghouls Wander by Mistake”, a Strange-Fiction Horror Action Lovecraftian Gothic Steampunk Art Noir Dark Comedy, is now in print.

It is available available for presale (shipping on or around November 15th) at sgwbm.com, where you will also find a 21-page free preview available on the site.

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Tonight: Seattle WA

Abney Park

September 26th, 9:00pm at HEAVEN
172 S. Washington Street, Seattle, 98104
phone 206-622-1863 | 21 and over | Tickets $13

The Sepiachord Crew WILL BE THERE! At a TABLE! With FREE STUFF!!!

This Weekend:

Eric Adams, Timothy Lantz, and Joanna Estep will all be at the Baltimore Comicon – a wonderful collection of art noir and steampunk artists in one place. If you live in or around Baltimore you should not miss this event.

Timothy Lantz, aka “Archeon” will be there to sell and sign copies of his amazing artwork, as well as his Archeon Tarot.

Eric Adams will be signing and selling his newest issue in the Lackluster World Saga, as well as his collaborative project with Joanna Estep “Reflection”.

Joanna Estep will have copies of “Roadsong” on hand as well as oodles of her amazing artwork. She will likely also be doing custom drawings and signatures.

above: Reflection by Eric Adams and Joanna Estep

Out this Week:

Bethalynne Bajema’s “Sepia” a collection of beautiful poetry, reflection, and prose set atop a collection of wonderous artwork, is now available for presale. Copies to be shipped in mid-October.

Above: Thumbnails from “some Ghouls Wander by Mistake”

“Some Ghouls Wander by Mistake” by Myke Amend is now available for presale, shipping in mid-November. Included are pages of horrid gags, pranks and jokes, set atop a backdrop of horror and lovecraftian strange fiction story, bound together with strange art-noir comic stylings. If you have ever been offended by anything, you probably should not read a single page of it; Otherwise, please take some time to read the 20 page free preview available at SomeGhoulsWanderbyMistake.com

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Humans are at it again this time! From the cover, it seem innogurous enough, howevers Dunwich Horror think Dunwich Horror not deserving of this portrayal… AGAIN!

This story, equally lie like the last story, wishes again to paint Dunwich as bad smelly guy, probably with big footprints the size of tree trunks. This in themself is misleading to people because what size is tree trunk? Exactly! Tree trunk have no exact size! Tree trunk can be small like tasty cat, or big like tasty cow – can be short and have candy like tasty child, or tall like tasty moose! Tree trunk come in all shapes and sizes.

They say history is written by Victor, and therefore, if your name not Victor, you should not write history AT ALL, especiarey when write lies about dunwich AGAIN! If writing things about Dunwich, or saying things about Dunwich – say them in MUSICAL!

Dunwich Horror deserve good MUSICAL, think it better for public relationships, make people know Dunwich Horror am really good guy.

Dunwich would like have relations with all humans… humans like you… yes, Dunwich want have relations with YOU… good ones.

Instead Dunwich get banished time and time again by wrinkly old guy with bug sprayer and naughty bad words what hurt Dunwich Horrors tender ears.

If you want hear spooky LIES written to make humans not look bad, this am album for you:

Along with LIES ABOUT DUNWICH HORROR comes the  a supposed clipping from 1917 copy of Arkham Advertiser, a vintage map of Dunwich, Sentinel Hill and the surrounding region (SEE? Dunwich Horror cannot be all bad if they NAMED REGION AFTER DUNWICH HORROR), a page from Wilbur Whateley’s diary with some occult cypher, and replica of key page from the Whateleys’ copy of John Dee’s Necronomicon. You can buy it through Amazon here.Doing so through link not cost you more, however, will give me some Archive funds to build onto my special gallery wing of archive.

If you smart human and would rather have musical, you can write creators of lie CD and tell them so at their main page: H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society (cthulhulives.org).

Serverely thank you, Dunwich Horror

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(1926) H. P. Lovecraft

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

Chapter One – The Horror In Clay

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.

Theosophists have guessed at the awesome grandeur of the cosmic cycle wherein our world and human race form transient incidents. They have hinted at strange survivals in terms which would freeze the blood if not masked by a bland optimism. But it is not from them that there came the single glimpse of forbidden eons which chills me when I think of it and maddens me when I dream of it. That glimpse, like all dread glimpses of truth, flashed out from an accidental piecing together of separated things – in this case an old newspaper item and the notes of a dead professor. I hope that no one else will accomplish this piecing out; certainly, if I live, I shall never knowingly supply a link in so hideous a chain. I think that the professor, too intented to keep silent regarding the part he knew, and that he would have destroyed his notes had not sudden death seized him. (more…)

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