Hugo's cache of illict reading material was both intriguing, and clearly dangerous at the same time. Making use of his "medically excempted" status to shirk wall building duty, he focused his efforts on rebuilding his hazard suit, and clandestinely reading the safer books from hugo's stash: the healing arts, and the book on medicinally active native plants.
Both books would need an editor's revisions before they could be safely circulated, as much as the idea of censoring a book was abhorrent to him. He would keep the originals intact, but under very strict lock and key, and require a complete psych profile from anyone requesting to read it, miskatonic university style. While not exactly the necronomicon, it might as well have been, for the very unwholesome uses for restorative magics it contained. A spell to cause instant, rapid growth cancerous lesions was particularly vulgar in its detailed and concise descriptions and instructions, and complete lack of ethical candor. Even worse, was how it detailed precisely the different kinds of cancer it could cause, how to invoke them, and how it listed a rating on the horrendous pain it caused in the victim on a scale of 1 to 10.
He hoped he would never be tempted to use these things... so obscenely vicious. As much as he hated the idea, perhaps he should visit eric, and ASK for a geas to never use these spells he was reading. You could never be too careful with this kind of shit.
He would stick with what thari referred to as "perversely avaricial, purely thereputic and painless" healing magic, "written here only for completeness."
The magic *DID* seem to work though. He had bit his lip, and tried it on himself, and to his relief, and later, utter horror, found that it had worked exactly as advertised. If the....other...spells in this book were similarly objective in the morbidly hellish descriptions of effects as the one he had tried were, he shuddered to think of the consequences.
The redacted version was going to be considerably....thinner.. than the complete volume.