"The light-robed dweller in the red barrens sat there, and the great black blob of shapeless jelly heaved gently on the crystal floor. She saw others she had watched enter, and many more. One was a female creature whose robe of peacock iridescence sprang from her shoulders in great drooping wings and folded around her like a bat's leathery cloak. And her neighbor was a fat gray slug of monster size, palpitating endlessly."
C.L. Moore, Jirel Meets Magic