Dagon

I dream of a day when they may rise above the billows to drag down in their reeking talons the remnants of puny, war-exhausted mankind—of a day when the land shall sink, and the dark ocean floor shall ascend amidst universal pandemonium.

I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into a fathomless chaos of eternal night

God, that hand! The window!