By: A. Merritt
A land of flowered sorcery!
“I do not know how to fight the Shining Devil — no!”
rule our world with their Shining Devil.”
“Now I, the priestess of the Shining One, take my mate.”
It was a Saturnalia of demigods!
“The Shining One dances! And you are to worship!”
“It’s going to be a race between her and the O’Keefe banshee.”
“Are all the men of Ireland like you, Larree?”
“Everything in Nature vibrates.”
“The radiant shower of particles hurled out by radium…”
Never had I seen a woman so beautiful as was Yolara of the Dweller’s city.
“There’s no way in but in — and no way out but out.”
We were racing, dropping, hurling at a frightful speed — where?
I stretched out a shaking hand and touched the surface of the slab.
“I am a seeker, observer, analyst, and synthesist of facts.”