H.P.Lovecraft: The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath


OUKRANOS And all the cats went back into the wood. The traveller knew those garden lands so well bordering the Cerenarian sea; followed the river Oukranos whose song filled the summer air amid the flowers that starred each knoll and dingle. The blessed haze flooded that sunlit region; birds and bees made lulling humming music. He reached, at noon, the sparkling jasper temples of Kiran and, at the river’s edge, the nestled temple – idyll of subdued delight – where Ilek-Vad comes once a year …