Avon Murder Mystery Monthly No. 41 — page 71: what you’re looking at

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A, MERRITT 73 From the flaming crimson center to aureate, flashing penumbra it was instinct with and poured forth power—power vast and conscious. | Not with that same completeness could T realize the ministering ‘star shapes, half hidden as they were by the Disk. Their radiance was less, nor had they its miracle of pulsing gem fires. Blue they were, blue of ‘a peculiar vibrancy, and blue were the glistening threads that ran down from blue-black circular convexities set within each of the points visible to me. Unlike in shape, their flame of vitality dimmer than the ovoids of the disk’s golden zone, still I knew that they were even as those--organs, organs of unknown senses, unknown potentialities. Their nuclei I could not observe. | The floating figures had drawn close to that disk and had paused. And on the moment of their pausing I felt a surge of strength; a snap- ping of the spell that had bound us, an instantaneous withdrawal of the inhibiting force. Ventnor broke into a run, holding his rifle at the alert. We raced after him; were close to the shining shapes. And, gasping, we stopped short not a dozen paces away. | | | For Norhala had soared up toward the flaming rose of the Disk as though lifted by gentle, unseen hands. Close to it for an instant she swung. I saw the exquisite body gleam through her thin robes as though bathed in soft flames of rosy’ pearl. | Higher she floated, and toward the right of the zodiac. From the edges of three of the ovoids swirled a little cloud of tentacles, gossamer. fila- ments of opal. They whipped out a full yard from the Disk’s surface, touching her, caressing her. oo | - For a moment she hung there, her face hidden from us; then was dropped softly to her feet and stood, arms stretched wide, her copper hair streaming cloudily about her regal head. And up past her floated Ruth, levitated as had been she—and her face, ecstatic as though she were gazing into Paradise, yet drenched. with the tranquillity of the infinite. Her wide eyes stared up toward that rose of splendors through which the pulsing colors now raced more swiftly. She hung poised before it while around her head a faint aureole began to form. Again the gossamer threads thrust forth, searched her. They ran over | her rough clothing—perplexedly. They coiled about her neck, ‘stole through her hair, brushed shut her eyes, circled her brow, her breasts, girdled her. | | | | _ | - Weirdly was it like some intelligence observing, studying, some crea- ture of another species—puzzled by its similarity and unsimilarity with the one other creature of its kind. it knew, and striving to reconcile those differences. And like such a questioning brain calling upon GOGO .S (GO)