A is for Azathoth, Who listens to flutesB is for Blighted, Gardner’s farm, leaf to rootC’s for Cthulhu, Mile-high and squishyD is for Deep Ones, Who smell mildly fishy...
An artist and lifelong fan of Lovecraftian literature, Ben Mund teaches the alphabet and important concepts of the Mythos in one fell swoop. From Azathoth to Zhan you'll experience... [click here for more]
In the light of the stars, a little tomb lay in drowned R’lyehOn Sunday morning, the stars came almost right, and—boom!—out of the crypt came a big and very hungry cthulhupillar.
An artist and lifelong fan of Lovecraftian literature, Ben Mund retells the story of Cthulhu in a humorous and horrific take of classic children’s literature. Read and discover... [click here for more]
Stranded in a foreign land, two sisters, Linda and Laura are on a quest to regain their fortune and rebuild their once normal life. However, the past they fought so hard to flee has caught up with them and each must face the consequences of their actions. For Linda, the price may be too high. Something seeks her demise. (YA Fiction Novel, intended for ages 16 and up).
After the horrifying experience... [click here for more]
Tragic circumstances bring two sisters, Laura and Linda, to a foreign land where they are stripped of their fortune and are at the mercy of their estranged uncle. However, strange happenings force Laura to believe their current situation was no accident. Something is after her. (YA Fiction Novel, intended for ages 16 and up).
After the abrupt death of her father, Laura Carter and her sister,... [click here for more]
In the beginning I was clay then I became a bird by Allah's leave. From motionless clay to a soaring bird. I was something that was not able to move by itself and then I could fly in the sky. That is me. I do not know how to introduce myself to history. Allah (Exalted and Glorified be He) introduced me in the last of His Books saying, "(Remember) when Allah will say (on the Day of Resurrection),... [click here for more]
Adam has never felt as though he belonged in the little commune nestled in a back corner of the megacity, a world of concrete and metal. Life is easy enough. He is respected and admired, but his own sense of purpose eludes him. When he and a group of scavers – the provision gatherers of the commune – break down the door to corridor fifty-eight in search of more supplies, they unwittingly... [click here for more]