The present story, Born of the Winds, is one of the best. For one thing, the vision of the story is pure Lovecraftian cosmic pessimism.
The tip of the thing was equipped with long whiplike appendages that writhed around a loose, drooling, toothless mouth large enough to swallow a man whole...Perhaps this was the only thing that the escaping Lovecraftian entity had thus far been able to extrude between the opening Gates — this one finger.