Pugmire, both of which reiterate the old tale with variations, examining new aspects of the strange relationship that binds the two morbid companions in their darkling quest. Kiernan and “Some Distant Baying Sound” (2009) by W. “The Hound” is as decadent a story as Lovecraft ever wrote, and its spawn include “Houndwife” (2010) by Caitlín R. The stories have become generational, told and retold, embellished and expanded upon, adapted to the syntax of the era. Brite, “His Mouth Will Taste Of Wormwood” At last I came to agree with Lois that only the plundering of graves might cure us of the most stifling ennui we had yet suffered. These rooms were where our museum would be set up. Our museum was a blasphemous, unthinkable place, where with the satanic taste of neurotic virtuosi we had assembled an universe of terror and decay to excite our jaded sensibilities. I cannot reveal the details of our shocking expeditions, or catalogue even partly the worst of the trophies adorning the nameless museum we prepared in the great stone house where we jointly dwelt, alone and servantless.
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