Friday, July 10, 2020


“Mnathl handed him a nicely-roasted bosula rib. He ate it avidly. He had always thought the bosula was the best of the food animals of Fyhon.”

“When the bone was gnawed clean she passed him, in a folded fresh green leaf, a mixed grill consisting of bits of bosula liver, kidney, tripe, salivary glands, and eyes.”
Margaret St. Clair, Garden Of Evil

“His face, which had turned pale at the Cyniscus' take-off two days before, was by now the pale curded green of a piece of bosula cheese, and his eyes were sunk.”
Margaret St. Clair, Idris’ Pig

“McPherson was drinking pomelo juice and eating a bosula tongue sandwich.”
Margaret St. Clair, The Gardner

“If we can get through to Varro with the Hyra we’ve go, the big bosula groups will make us rich.”
Margaret St. Clair, The Vanderlark

Thursday, July 9, 2020


“How do you locate them?”
“Oh, we’ve got a darkside Mercurian hexapod. He hates hunting them. Sits down and shivers when he finds a colony. That’s how we know where to dig.”

"His purplish fur was fluffed out like chenille."

"Sometimes he got all six legs off the ground at once."

"That was why everyone on the ship, except Toots (the psychology of darkside hexapods had not been much investigated, but it seemed that their mental abilities were parallel to those of dogs only up to a point, after which they went soaring off into some sort of high, supersensory cloudland), loved hunting them."
Margaret St. Clair, The Pillows

Wednesday, July 8, 2020


“Jrar had been holding the restaurant’s meet on his knees, stroking its thick blackish fur absently, and Duncan had said something or other about wondering why seems were so universally popular.”

“The meem poked its flat head out. Its dull eyes looked at him.”

“Picket indicated the meet, which, as inert as a feather stole, was lying on the 
edge of the bunk.”
Margaret St. Clair, Meem

Tuesday, July 7, 2020


“George’s face slipped down toward the fourth button on his coat. It wavered, solidified, flowed back into place, and then slopped down over his lapels once more.”

“‘It was a Mocker, I think,’ He answered.”
“They’re parasitic -ah- entities, that feed on the life force as well as the flesh, of human beings.”

“For some reason, whenever it leaves its host, it takes on his features and body and dresses itself in his clothes.”
Margaret St. Clair, The Stroller

Monday, July 6, 2020


"The clicking taps were getting louder, and an instant later another of O'Hare's inventions was standing before us."

"I saw a beak like a parrot's, Atlantean shoulders, broad, stubby, almost fingerless hands. It was quite short, not more than three feet tall, and it made an impression of enormous strength."

"'What is it?' I asked in a whisper.'
'A Digger,' she answered in a normal voice. 'You don't have to speak softly here, Sam. It's deaf.'"
Margaret St. Clair, The Dancers Of Noyo

Friday, July 3, 2020


"Among all the components of the Naaman army, the irimu were the most menacing in appearance -and fact. They were shape-changers who could alternate between human guise and their true appearance: tawny, powerful creatures with human hands and feet, but the faces, claws and strength of a lion."
Charles R. Saunders, Imaro IV: The Naama War

Thursday, July 2, 2020


"The unthlatu were a race of serpent-men who dwelled in a wasteland south of the Abamba Hightlands."

"But it was the faces of the unthlatu that most unnerved their adversaires. Devoid of hair and veneered with scales, the features of the serpent-men were fully human - save for the vertical, slitted pupils of their eyes an the needle-sharp fangs  that showed when they opened their mouths. Venom dripped form the tips of those fangs...the bite of the unthlatu was as poisonous as that of a cobra."

"Like a tide of scales and steel, the unthlatu attacked. Moving with boneless grace, they plied their weapons with blurring speed."
Charles R. Saunders, Imaro IV: The Naama War

Wednesday, July 1, 2020


"Or, worst of all, the izingogo - creatures that go on all fours like baboons, but have human faces! These things did most of the fighting for the Naamans. They tore, and rendered, and killed, and we could do nothing!"

"For the isingogo were, as Majnun had said, human quadrupeds. Their size approximated that of a full-grown man, but the proportions of their limbs were different. Their arms were longer, ending in broad, spatulate hands. Legs bent like those of a hare propelled the creatures in bounds of terrifying speed. Their backs were hunched like bows, and their bodies, lean as a cheetah's, were covered with short, wooly hair."

"But it was the faces of the izingogo that were their most frightening feature. Save for a slight protrusion of the jaw, those visages were fully human. But when they opened their mouths, the izingogos' jaws revealed the teeth of a carnivore. Those teeth, and the strength in their splayed hands, were the only weapons the izingogo needed, other than their numbers."
Charles R. Saunders, Imaro III: The Trail Of Bohu

Tuesday, June 30, 2020


"Despite the bowed legs, the creature was as tall as a large man. Gray-green scaled covered its body from head to foot. Long, ape-lkie arms hung from its broad shoulders. The arms ended in webbed hands tipped with curved, needle-sharp claws. Gill-slits oscillated at the sides of its thick neck."

"Its head was a surreal amalgam of human and piscine features: a high-vaulted skull crested with a spiky fin; circular, unblinking eyes; and a wide gash of a mouth filled with pointed teeth that would not have been out of place in the jaws of a shark. Scales covered the part of its face where the nostrils of an air-breather would have been located." 
Charles R. Saunders, Imaro II: The Quest For Cush

Monday, June 29, 2020


"In response, Muburi...changed. Instead of Muburi, Imaro was suddenly holding a gigantic, writhing serpent, long and thick as a python, covered with unpatterned scales the color of human skin. Cold ophidian eyes met Imaro's startled gaze, and a black, forked tongue flicked from an open, lipless mouth."

"Then Imaro opened his eyes--and his skin crawled as he stared wide-eyed at the sprawled corpse of Muburi, lit eerily by Mwesu's glow. The oibonok's limbs seemed almost boneless, and his neck was bent at an unnatural angle, attesting to the force of Imaro's final surge of power."
Charles R. Saunders, Imaro