The man is old in years, his frail fingers giving this away even though the entirety of his visage is shrouded in shadow. His quill touches paper as he writes: “Lupercus, 1913. This morn ye were born, grandson. Once I die, boy, this book shalt be yr. Guide. Ye need learnt o’ Yog-Sothoth, o’ his gifts & o’ his treachery. Ye need learnt o’…â€? Our vision glides to the right, to a great & odorous book fast falling to pieces with age & worm-holes; the title reads NECRONOMICON : A True and Faithful Translation from the Greek by Dr. John Dee.

The Old Wizard Whateley continues writing: “_Al Azif_, the Book o’ Marvels known’t t’ man as The Necronomicon. Author’d by Abdul Alhazred after years in the desert, time which made him unkept & driven t’ madness. No longer was he an indiffernent Moslem, for he had found faith in The Roba El Kyaliyeh. The frightful path he venturt led to a city, spoken of by the howling ones. Nam’t Irem, the City o’ Pillars.â€?