Weird Tales — March 1938 (Volume 31… (1938)
“ Adompha questioned, eyeing the luxurious limbs and body of Thuloneah without emotion. "Nay," said Dwerulas, in a voice harsh as a rusty coffin-hinge, "but I have administered to her the drowsy and overpowering juice-of the dedaim. Her heart beats impalpably, her blood flows with the sluggishness of that mingled ichor. She will not reawaken ... save as a part of the garden's life, sharing its obscure sentience. ”
