Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 25, 2025
"How is it that your people are so unadventurous? I seem to be the only one travelling from curiosity." "What do you mean by 'your people'?" "True you don't know that I don't belong to your planet at all. I've come from another world, Polecrab." "What to find?" "I came here with Krag and Nightspore to follow Surtur. I must have fainted the moment I arrived.
The buttress of a mountain descended at a steep angle to the very edge of the cliff, forming an impassable slope of slippery grass. Maskull halted, stroked his beard, and wondered what the next step was to be. "There's a little scrambling here," said Nightspore. "We are both used to climbing, and there is not much in it."
The glasslike water flowed right against it, its surface reaching up almost to the threshold. They could not speak any more; the noise was too deafening. In a few minutes they were before the gateway. Nightspore turned his back and hid his eyes in his two hands, but even then he was blinded by the light. So passionate were his feelings that his body seemed to enlarge itself.
Maskull and Nightspore took the places allotted to them. Mrs. Trent kept stealing uneasy glances at them. Throughout the entire incident, Mozart's hymn continued to be played. The orchestra also had heard nothing. Backhouse now entered on his task. It was one that began to be familiar to him, and he had no anxiety about the result.
They were labelled, but the labels were yellow with age and the writing was nearly undecipherable. Maskull carried the filled bottles with him to the table in front of the window, in order to get better light. Nightspore moved away to make room for him.
It was as if he had swallowed a draught of liquid electricity.... Krag dropped onto the floor and rolled around on his back, kicking his legs in the air. He tried to drag Maskull down on top of him, and a little horseplay went on between the two. Nightspore took no part in it, but walked to and fro, like a hungry caged animal.
"That specimen goblin." Maskull waved him away with his huge hand. "Who are you, and how did you come here?" "Call up your friend. Perhaps he may recognise me." Nightspore had moved a chair to the fire, and was watching the embers with a set, fanatical expression. "Let Krag come to me, if he wants me," he said, in his strange voice. "You see, he does know me," uttered Krag, with a humorous look.
The light resolved itself into a tiny oblong of mysterious brightness in a huge wall of night. Krag's grim and rocklike features were revealed. "I can't face rebirth," said Nightspore. "The horror of death is nothing to it." "You will choose." "I can do nothing. Crystalman is too powerful. I barely escaped with my own soul."
Nightspore was of middle height, but so tough-looking that he appeared to be trained out of all human frailties and susceptibilities. His hairless face seemed consumed by an intense spiritual hunger, and his eyes were wild and distant. Both men were dressed in tweeds.
Maskull stared at the table. After a minute he raised his brows, and turned to Nightspore with a smile. "The message grows more intricate." Nightspore looked bored. "The valve became unfastened. The contents have escaped through the open window toward the sun, carrying the bottle with them.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking