VENUSIAN MIMIC & NIGHT CLOAK

VENUSIAN MIMIC

"A girl arose genie-like from the yawning opening of an enormous shell. Her shapely body was—perhaps—human. Tentacles intertwined nervously where her hair should have been. Her hands were webbed claws, her facial expression the rigid staring look of a lunatic, and her torso tapered away into the sinister darkness of the shell's interior."

"'Looks a little like a conch shell,' Hilks said. 'It's much larger, of course.'"

The shell was there, as in the first photo, and protruding out of it was the caricature of a shapely Venus. The outline was hazy but recognizable."

"Then the dratted snail did an imitation of me. Made me feel like a dratted fool. But I was wearing a black suit and red necktie, and it didn't have any trouble with those colors."
Lloyd Biggle Jr. ,The Botticelli Horror

NIGHT CLOAK

"Allen scratched his head and tried to envision a sailing, multicolored rug."

"'Well, like I said, it was pretty stuff. Vivid colors, red and black and yellow and white without any special pattern. It had a nice sheen to it—looked like a hunk of thick blanket.'"

"In the distance, just above the seething treetops, appeared a blob of color. It enlarged slowly as it sailed toward them, a multicolored flat surface that rippled and twisted and curled in flight."

Lloyd Biggle Jr. ,The Botticelli Horror

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GREENFACE

GREENFACE

"[The legs were] each about six inches wide and perhaps six feet long, they seemed attached in a thick fringe all around the lower part of the head, like a Hawaiian dancer's grass skirt."

"The lines on its pulsing head formed two tightly shut eyes and a wide, thin-lipped, insanely smiling mouth."

"The smiling, jade-green face was turned toward Hogan, lit up by strange reflections from the stormy sky. The glistening, flowing mass beneath it writhed like a cloak of translucent pythons. It towered in the bay, dwarfing even the trees behind it in its unearthly menace. It had grown again! It was all of thirty feet high."

James H. Schmitz, Greenface

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