Lovecraft's Monsters

By Ellen Datlow

Prepare to satisfy the depraved progeny of the grasp of recent horror. In Lovecraft's Monsters, H. P. Lovecraft's most renowned creations—Cthulhu, Shoggoths, Deep Ones, Elder issues, Yog-Sothoth, and extra, look in all their terrifying glory. every one tale is a gripping new tackle a vintage Lovecraftian creature, and every is followed by means of a incredible unique representation that captures the monsters' precise visage.

Contributors contain such literary luminaries as Neil Gaiman, Joe R. Lansdale, Caitlín R. Kiernan, Karl Edward Wagner, Elizabeth endure, and Nick Mamatas. The monsters are lovingly rendered in incredible unique artwork through international delusion Award–winning artist John Coulthart (The Steampunk Bible).

Legions of Lovecraft fanatics proceed to go to his weird and wonderful landscapes and come across his unrelenting monsters. Now sign up for them of their journey...if you dare.

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