a thousand needle-pointed roving arrows prick me, urging me on to some jubilant, reckless orgy of destruction.
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“Wait!” Norhala’s white hands caught us. “There is peril there — without me! Me you must — follow!”
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“Not enough!” murmured Norhala.
Her lips parted; from them came another trumpeting — tyrannic, arrogant and clangorous. Under it the curtaining writhed — out from it spurted thin cascades of cubes. They swarmed up into tall pillars that shook and swayed and gyrated.
With blinding flash upon flash the sapphire incandescences struck forth at their feet. A score of flaming columned shapes leaped up and curved in meteor flight over the tumultuous curtain. Streaming with violet fires they shot back to the valley of the City.
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