Deanna Carter

A NOTE FROM DEANNA CARTER.

At the request of the publisher and in the interests of clarity I’ve felt obliged to offer a brief sketch of the facts which surround my sordid adventures through the underbelly of the earth. The tedium of a skeptical academic community will not discourage me and I shall not quarrel with those who would characterize me as disingenuous or deranged. I will simply state that the Carnigor is real and the unspeakable threat it represents for our species is dire. Mankind will continue to ignore these facts at its peril. Despite compelling evidence to the contrary the leading scientists today argue that the earth is relatively solid. Nothing but a chunk of rock and molten lava. I am a living testament to the fact that that this is false. The earth is hollowed out…cavernous, and teeming with life. What’s more, this strange world is governed by physical laws undreamed of in modern science. The weird horror of the place would be enough to turn most rational men off their professions…and send them gibbering and shaking into the arms of the nearest religious dogma.

It was my reckless excursions into the occult which effected my passage into the Carnigor. Equipped with that ancient grimore, The Carnomicon, I located one of the seven gates and made my way into that subterranean hell. I can assure you that my adventures there left me altered in no small respect. I have now gained a new appreciation for those simple pleasures of the gothically unsophisticated and wish for nothing more than to live out my remaining days quietly and uneventfully.

It was my good fortune to eventually return from the Carnigor to my home in the woods of demon haunted Arkham, and though I had attempted to put the blasphemous experience far from my mind the tales seemed to cry out for a popularization. For this purpose I’ve enlisted the aid of illustrator Billy George. I was attracted to this graphic “comics” medium because of the powerfully visual nature of the events which make up this tale. The impressions of that awful place were forceful beyond any words I might conjure up to communicate them. It is my hope that this interlaced manor of storytelling- the weaving together of pictures and text will most faithfully convey the horror of all that transpired.  As always, the success of this is for the audience to judge.

 

The perverse and blasphemous nature of much of this material is sure to offend the simple minds of mainstream culture, as well as enflame the wrath of those with a more sinister motive: The suppression of material which might alert and prepare the world for the inevitable Carnigorian invasion.

 

Deanna Carter