Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


March 22nd 2013 in Microfiction

“It is with a growing fear of my own mental fragility that I continue writing.” (Howard Phillips Lovecraft, 1935) “I know that it would make my career; no one remembers the scientist who mapped the trench, only the adventurer who went down into it. But I can’t. It’s ridiculous, but I’m afraid.” (Harriet Phyllis Lovecraft, 1960) “God Particle, sure – but which god does it belong to? I think someone needs to ask that question, don’t you?” (Harlen Phytel Lovecraft, 2012) “The blemish is not a sunspot. It cannot be; it moves and changes. It is neither fixed nor star-shaped. Those are tentacles. Let them laugh; I would bet my life on it.” (Hara Philippa Lovecraft, 2178)

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