Nine Disturbing Tailes of Mankind's Corruption
"My identity. . . is bewilderingly cloudy. I seem to have suffered great shock - perhaps from some monstrous outgrowth of my cycles of unique, incredible experience. These cycles of experience, of course, all stem from that worm-riddled book. I remember when I found it - in a dimly lighted place near the black, oily river where the mists always swirl. That place was very old, and the ceiling-high shelves full of rotting columns reached back endlessly through the windowless inner rooms and alcoves. There were, besides, great formless heaps of books on the floor and in crude bins; and it was in one of these heaps that I found the thing. I never learned its title, for the early pages were missing; but it fell open toward the end and gave me a glimpse of something which sent my senses reeling.
- H. P. Lovecraft
The Taste of Ashes
The new millennium: a time wracked by violence, racism, AIDS, drug abuse, and all-consuming fear. Hollow politicians offer empty promises of the bright future - a thousand points of light which none can see.
That which is greater than mankind lurks beyond the rim of human consciousness. It patiently watches, waiting to assume command of our destiny. It preys on the fearful, the hateful, and the hated. Dark thoughts and emotions are set free to prowl the earth, taking what they will, where they will, when they will, and as they will. We cower in our homes, quaking behind the false security of tall fences, locked doors, and television - to no avail. The stars are right and cannot be denied.
These are the voices heard by those whose fears have led to the brink of madness, and beyond.