Karen’s Killer Book Bench #Comic #Horror: THE THING FROM HR, Cthulhu Amalgamated Book 1 as discovered by Roy M. Griffis

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Cthulhu Amalgamated Book 1


In 1928, H.P. Lovecraft published a short story, “The Call of Cthulhu,” which told of vast and ancient entities that pre-existed time and space––Beings that waited hungrily just outside of reality, ready engulf and devour our world. The stories are beloved by horror masters like Stephen King and Guillermo del Toro. These tales of Great Old Ones, Elder Things, Dark Gods, and their hideously unnatural minions have inspired books, graphic novels, films, role-playing games, and heavy metal bands.

Now it’s spawned a comedy.

Take NargLAh. He’s a Shoggoth, an amorphous shape shifter, the lowest of the low at Cthulhu, Amalgamated, the corporate entity that supports the inscrutable aims of the Vast Inhuman Intelligences That Gibber In The Darkness Beyond The Farthest Stars (most of them have titles like that on the org chart). Narg is content working as a Damnation Services-10 in HR (“Human Restraint”). Sure, he was related to one of the Elder Gods, but a little nepotism never hurt any Thing. His life was just wailing and gibbering, right up until his Uncle needed a small favor from his nephew, who is one of the few of his kind to have studied the Hairless Apes. All Narg had to do was go down among the humans…and pretend to be one of them.

Stuffed into a meatsuit, our every-Thing hero finds himself in a small American college in the late 1930s, where intrigue, murder, magic, theoretical physics, hostile shadows, and the occasional nude co-ed are afoot. Aided by his only slightly less-hapless native guide Murph (a dead 70’s surfer dude, also stuffed into the meatsuit), Narg has figure out why he was sent here and what he is supposed to stop; after all, his career is on the line. To his surprise, he grows to appreciate humans and their capacity for love, and along the way, he discovers that it’s possible for a Bad Thing to be a Good Guy, even by accident.

Cthulhu Amalgamated Book 1


Hot Blood

I was just settling down at my desk with a nice hot cup of the blood of a thrice-cursed dead man when I heard the squawker outside my office rumble.

“HR, may I help you?” my secretary, Bugg, answered in her most professional hideous shriek.

I’d lowered my proboscis into the steaming brew, waiting for that lovely first jolt of hell-bound haemoglobin to land upon the parched, empty place where there should have been a soul, when I perceived that most dreaded event just beyond the entrance to my foul lair.
A moist, tearing noise thundered at my ear hole.

“Oh, bother.” Bugg was flapping a fluid limb at me frantically. From the squishiness of the sound, I deduced she was using her fourth tentacle, that fluid writhing thing of power and horror.

Another wet snap. The first cup of blood was so satisfying (or “damned good” as we liked to call it) that initially I refused to leave the place where I hunkered and gibbered. Instead, one of my eye stalks slithered along the lair-wall and protruded outside.

She buried the squawker under her other 14 tentacles and hissed “It’s Beefbits!”

Oh, bother indeed. It was Himself (Itself, really), His Nibs, The Big Kahuna. (I’m assigned to the HR if my esoteric vocabulary were not enough to hip you in, old bean).

I slid the beaker of blood to one side and cringed before the squawker. “Human Restraint Office, how may I be of service?”

“Do take me off speaker, nephew.”

It was then that the terror washed over me. A call from the head of our Division was bad enough, but now our family connection was mentioned?

For long aeons, I withered before the karma-rending power of He Who Must Not Be Named In Casual Conversation, only occasionally able to blubber helpless replies. “Yes, I’m new to the division, Your Abominableness.” “Four hundred years.” “No, oh Most Loathsome of the Shadows, I am certified. However, I’ve never actually—”

But it was my final piercing shriek of despair that brought Bugg scuttling into the lair, where she found me upon the corpse-strewn floor, my thousand-eye stalks alternatively flagellating me and quivering loosely.

“That must have been a fun chat,” she observed helpfully. “What did the Bits want?”

Unable to speak coherently for a moment, I rocked and wailed at the horror of my fate. She politely rewarmed the blood while I composed myself. Unable to bear the weight of my destiny while prone, I climbed to my hooves and I composed myself. Brushing my eyes back into order, I crept into the comfort of my tatty bones-of-hanged men chair.

After a restorative slobber of the hot hemo, I looked at her terrifying primary face, where sat her usual expression of tolerant compassion for my lot. “It’s worse than you can imagine.”

A smile of hideous knowledge rested upon her ancient face. “I can imagine a lot.”

I buried my head in my hand, eye stalks drooping to cover what would have been a face. “The boss is sending me to Earth.”

And then Bugg screamed.

About Author Roy M. Griffis…

Roy “Griff” Griffis calls himself a “Storyteller” for a lot of reasons.

He decided to be a writer at age ten when he went to Mars with John Carter, courtesy of Edgar Rice Burroughs, and never looked back. Along the way, he’s done all the usual starving artist jobs (janitor, waiter, bookstore clerk) and a few unusual ones (he was the 62nd Aviation Rescue Swimmer in US Coast Guard––he doesn’t just write action-adventure, he lived a little of it himself).

He’s written poetry, plays, and screenplays. He’s also the author of twelve novels, including the epic historical fiction saga By the Hands of Men and the alternative history series The Lonesome George Chronicles. For a change of pace, he turned his hand to comic horror, resulting in his internationally best-selling The Thing from HR, the first book in his award-winning Cthulhu, Amalgamated cycle. The audiobook of that first novel is pretty damn funny, to be honest, and it’s a story which reviewers have compared (in a nice way) to Terry Pratchett, Douglass Adams, Harry Harrison, and Mel Brooks. Griff will be the first to admit that’s pretty fast company in which to be included.

In 2018 he received the first The John Milius Screenwriting Award for his original film script Cold Day in Hell. He’s currently hard at work on a fourth book featuring Narg, the every-Thing hero of the Cthulhu, Amalgamated novels, to be followed by the 7th By the Hands of Men novel, as well as stories to be named later.


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Website: https://roymgriffis.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Roy-M-Griffis-Storyteller-462464624192418

Twitter: @storyteller_roy

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Special Giveaway: Griff is giving away a copy of Book Cover (signed) and one page from the “original” manuscript of the book, also signed to one lucky reader who comments on his Karen’s Killer Book Bench blog.

Happy Reading!


Thanks, Griff, for sharing your book with us!

Don’t miss the chance to read this book!


9 thoughts on “Karen’s Killer Book Bench #Comic #Horror: THE THING FROM HR, Cthulhu Amalgamated Book 1 as discovered by Roy M. Griffis”

  1. Good morning, Roy “Griff”, and welcome to Karen’s Killer Book Bench. I loved your excerpt and the story premise. I grew up on Burroughs and Lovecraft. What a fabulous twist to Lovecraft’s “world”. I can’t wait to read this one. Thanks for sharing your book with us today!

    1. The pleasure is mine, Miss Karen. Anybody who read Burroughs is truly one of My People. I look forward to your reaction to Narg’s adventures Down Among The Humans.

  2. “Hot hemo” snicker…..THIS is going to be a fun read…

    Thanks for the introduction, Karen, and nice to meet you, Roy “Griff”.

    1. Most kind, K.A. I appreciate your sturdiness of spirit in being willing to face The Gibbering Horrors That Are Nightmare With A Soupcon Of Sturdiness.

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