Milo Hastings,
The Book of Gud
“ But there were whitish outlines in the darkness, moving and swaying, and there were rattlings and clanking sounds, and eery whistlings.Rachitic with fear Gud's knees bent beneath him and he sank down in the blackness and shuddered in his soul.Before him, like a great grey army marching, the skeletons of all the mortal dead, of all the worlds and all the ages that had ever been, were filing by.In measured time they marched, their gaunt legbones swinging in great sweeping strides, their backbones bending and creaking as they marched ”

