Francis Worcester Doughty, Mirrikh, or, A Woman from Mars… (1892)
“ These are ministering angels taking her spirit away,” I thought; when all at once something white seemed to flit across my vision, and to my utter amazement I beheld the woman whom I had seen standing by the side of Maurice on Mars, settling down over Walla’s earthly form. “It is Merzilla! She is seeking a body!” flashed over me, and I remembered Maurice’s words. For an instant she appeared to hover over Walla, her fingers moving like lightning. To me it seemed as though she were drawing from her own brain a silvery thread which she conveyed to the brain of the corpse. ”
