Abraham Merritt,
The Conquest of the Moon Pool…
(1919)
“ And the face of Lugur grew dark with passion. We turned to go. The rosy, azure-shot globe at her side suddenly dulled. From it came a faint bell sound as of chimes far away. She bent over it. It vibrated, and then its surface ran with little waves of dull color. From it came a whispering so low that I could not distinguish the words, if words they were. She spoke to the red dwarf. "They have brought the three who blasphemed the Shining One," she said slowly. "Now it is in my mind to show these strangers the justice of Lora. ”
