Edgar Rice Burroughs wrote:"Let the man turn and look upon Issus, knowing that those of the lower orders who gaze upon the holy vision of her radiant face survive the blinding glory but a single year."I turned as I had been bid, expecting such a treat as only the revealment of divine glory to mortal eyes might produce. What I saw was a solid phalanx of armed men between myself and a dais supporting a great bench of carved sorapus wood. On this bench, or throne, squatted a female black. She was evidently very old. Not a hair remained upon her wrinkled skull. With the exception of two yellow fangs she was entirely toothless. On either side of her thin, hawk-like nose her eyes burned from the depths of horribly sunken sockets. The skin of her face was seamed and creased with a million deepcut furrows. Her body was as wrinkled as her face, and as repulsive.Emaciated arms and legs attached to a torso which seemed to be mostly distorted abdomen completed the "holy vision of her radiant beauty."--The Gods of Mars, Chapter IX
MShipley88 wrote:Bummer about the breasts.
red_bus wrote:Close run thing! My local corner shop was doing two for one on boxes of cornflakes, so I have food for a week sitting in boxes in my kitchen.
faro wrote:*wonders what the step below surviving on lentils is*
Traveller wrote:faro wrote:*wonders what the step below surviving on lentils is* Worshipping thousand year old wrinkled, toothless, cannibalistic crones?
bclarkie wrote:wasn't the price of the D&D prints supposed to be blacked on almost all copies and and an adjustment from $2.50 to $5.00 hand written in them?
