Titanic 1912: A Lovecraft Mythos Novel

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The Titanic was a colossal sea creature that breathed dark soot from her four smokestacks as she towered high in the water. Howard, clutching his leather satchel close to his chest, took his first up-close look at the ship and saw her as a leviathan, ravenous and grotesque. Passengers entered her sinister labyrinths to find themselves a part of the mystical, Bacchanalian voyage, or so he thought.

If asked to describe the Titanic, he would use those exact words, and he sighed as he turned his eyes away, shivering.

“You are fretting again, Howard,” Delora said. Her skirts rustled lightly, and she turned her face to the sun, her hat shading her face. The weather was glorious for sailing.

“She is so big. What secrets does she hold?”

“Of course, she is big; that is the point, dear. This is the most fascinating ship on earth, and we are going to be on her maiden voyage. This is exciting, Howard,” Delora said.

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