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Pity that you ended on another cliffhanger, with the Nazis getting away with the Fulcrum - and we know now that we'll never find out how Hubert and his friends recovered it. Ah, well.

I should point out that they didn't burn witches at the stake in 17th century New England; they hanged them. (Lovecraft showed his knowledge of that in "Pickman's Model", when he made one of Pickman's paintings a depiction of some ghouls crowding around the gallows where a witch had been hanged.)

Got more laughs out of the ever-incompetent Doc Dearborn - especially when he revealed that his doctorate was in dentistry.

Ghouls show a queer sense of gratitude - but very in character for them.

Liked the touch of Pickman offering an A to anyone who can bring ghouls to life in their drawings, like himself.

Another location no Lovecraftian saga series would be complete without: a trip to the Dreamlands - Zoogs, moonbeasts, gugs, ghasts, night-gaunts, Ulthar, and all. Not to mention heroic cats like Cyprian.

Nice to see that Bethany's improving underneath the snooty rich girl exterior.

And, yep, Brown Jenkin and Keziah Mason are now involved, as previous chapters hinted.

I was wondering from the title if this would involve the Great Race (it was a fairly obvious parody of "The Shadow out of Time") and I was right. You had the advantage over Lovecraft of knowing enough of the next several decades after the twenties and thirties that you could mention actual things that the Great Race were expecting but which were too early in history, like the Internet or "Twilight".

Got a laugh out of Eliza's actions, such as her scorn at Hubert's favorite pulp stories (obviously modelled on John Carter of Mars) and protest at using a first edition as a weapon. Almost a Lovecraftian Hermione Granger.

Too bad they hadn't warned Boru about telephones in advance.

Poor Hubert, learning that his uncle's a gangster - though the ending offers some hopes of reconciliation.

Liked the further allusions to "The Horror of Red Hook" (is the Peacock Angel your invention or the actual Yezidi's deity?) and "The Call of Cthulhu" with Lee Quarter's links to Inspector Legrasse. And the touch of Hubert reading "Weird Tales" on the train.

Got a big kick out of Doc Dearborn as an Indiana Jones parody - including Armitage's horror at learning that Dearborn does his excavating with dynamite. (Extremely unprofessional.)

So the Nazis are the new villains with Ebenscroot devoured by Cthulhu, eh?

Trust Miskatonic University to name its baseball team after cephalopods (though I'm certain I've seen "Miskatonic University Fighting Cephalopods" somewhere else before. The "Call of Cthulhu" role-playing game? I can't remember now), and even to have an octopus mascot.

I presume the Waite the stadium's name was memorializing wasn't Asenath - not that many people would have missed her.

Thanks for the Halloween chapter. Kind of fun - and a nice change from the more serious tone of the last few stories.

Got a big chuckle out of Dr. East's style of Halloween - he's begun to have that "over-the-top" tone like Dr. Sevarius in "Gargoyles" (though his specialty was mutations rather than walking dead).

I take it that the Peezler scene was a reference to "The Shadow out of Time".

Cats strike again, saving the world. (Maybe Cyprian should get acquainted with the guard dog that did in Wilbur Whateley. Then again, maybe not.)

Nice serious moment for Bethany and Horace - and a lighter moment for the costume party when the King in Yellow shows up.

I must admit, I hadn't expected Boru to flee from ghouls.

On the Carter scene at the end: so now we get Keziah Mason and Brown Jenkin in the mix. I was wondering when they were going to show up. And was that a prediction of World War II?

A happier ending than you'd usually expect where Lovecraftian horrors - especially Cthulhu - are concerned.

And I was right about the Terrible Old Man's cameo. Hadn't expected Dice and his ghost pirates to show up, though it made sense. Thanks also for explaining R'lyeh's geographical shift - it also made sense, after the role that Boru's magic battle-axe had already played.

So this is the end of Ebenscroot, I presume. That's what comes of meddling with the Great Old Ones; you think of riding the whirlwind, and it rides you instead.

So the nightmares break loose, as everyone gets caught up in the attack of Cthulhu's star-spawn. (Enjoyed Hubert West/East's indignation over their daring to interrupt his class!) I liked the depiction of the grey slush everywhere to add to the sense of doom.

This will obviously be answered in the next chapter, but I wonder if the person whom they're going to ask for help is the Terrible Old Man.

I'm also curious about the question raised in the chapter - R'lyeh is in the south Pacific, so how is it rising to the surface off Massachusetts? I hope the next chapter answers that one as well.

And good of Hubert to say one last good-bye to his family - and Isaac to volunteer to help out.

I think this is the first time you ended a chapter on a cliffhanger (of a sort).

I couldn't help smiling at how everybody - and I mean *everybody* - was after the Necronomicon - gangsters, cultists, Mi-Go, Deep Ones, etc.

Someone really ought to tell Boru not to talk so casually about battle in front of Lillian. (I got a kick out of her rebuking Hubert for using the d-word; she seems more concerned about that than her son being involved in cosmic horror adventures.)

When Bethany's chauffeur was named "Jermyn", I wondered whether that was a reference to the unfortunate ape-men baronets; I was right.

This chapter still shows signs of needing proof-reading (like the others), and the scene where Armitage gets grabbed by the Dark Young's tentacle needs some editing (two different sentences describe the incident). But I rather enjoyed it.

Armitage's conversation with Eliza and Hubert captures one major component of Lovecraft - a bleak universe that doesn't care about humans. (And which you generally wouldn't expect to find in a story with child protagonists - though I remember Robert Bloch writing a story about a farmboy about Hubert's age encountering Mythos creatures and coming to a sad end.) I liked the bit about how, to the Old Ones, we're not even ants, but the things that ants step on. And Hubert describing the Old Ones at the end as having names he can't even pronounce.

I take it that the chapter title was a hommage to "The Thing on the Doorstep"?

So now Hubert's parents have some idea what's going on in Arkham. (A lot of monstrous tentacles would certainly convince even the most hardened sceptic of that.)

I liked the detail about Hubert's favorite radio program; it gives the reader some idea of life in a pre-television age.

Cthulhu has a better command of the English language than I thought; I always assumed that he stuck to his own bizarre "consonants that do not belong together with too few vowels" tongue.