DIGGER
"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.'"
"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
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