Thursday, April 2, 2020

TATZEL WORM

TATZEL WORM
“An enormous, horrid, ophidian head was rearing over the fiery ramparts. The faceted eyes gleamed red in the firelight, the neck was as thick as a tree trunk. It turned Appy cold to look at it. He’d heard about the horrors of the tatzel worm since he was a fledgling.”

“After a moment the head reappeared, holding Charleen lightly between its dreadfully-toothed jaws.”
Margaret St. Clair, The Hero Comes 


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