“Arkham again?” I exclaimed. “Those bullshitting screwballs?”
“If you don’t want to end up like Stan Gorski, then you’d better listen to us,” said Vivi, her voice quite cold. “I’m telling you that Leon and I have unearthed a command that causes a shoggoth to halt and to stop all activity. The spell throws a giant slug into stasis.”
“A human would phrase the spell thus,” said Leon. “Hafh’drn ’ai nog fhtagn,” His guttural, otherworldly tone seemed to vibrate the very walls of the tent.
Hafh’drn ’ai nog fhtagn“It has to be higher-pitched,” corrected Vivi. “More like the sound of a cuke.” She repeated the spell in a high, light soprano. And now, from outside the tent, Urxula echoed the mantra yet again, piping the words from her mouth-tubes, making the words wispy and aethereal. Baxter sat
