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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