One night some months after the menace of the mad moon had been met and crushed, when the moon sailed in her old orbit, full and round and smiling as of old, a singularly strange thing came to pass. Down from the now tenuous aerial Gulf Stream dropped a pair of large, pitted seeds which, when they encountered the denser atmosphere of dreams, put out vanes that brought them spinning down like the airborne seeds of any simple plant or tree. Except that they were not.
They fell gently down through the foliage of just such a haven as previously mentioned, upon fertile ground by the edge of the Skai itself. There the next day, a pair of greeny-gray shoots were seen to grope upward toward the light; and as spring became summer so the shoots became saplings. Growing faster than mundane trees, and better nourished by far than any moontree before them (for of course, that is what they were), with one more turn of the seasons they reached maturity and put out gourds.
Now upon the strongest branch of each tree grew one gourd bigger than all the others put together, grotesquely huge and monstrously shaped; and these, when ripe, fell from the twin trees on the selfsame morning to shatter softly on the green banks of the Skai.
Within their sundered husks—unwrinkled, unmarked, naked and hairless as babes—the figures of two dreamlings lay curled in a sleep from which, with the fall, they slowly began to stir. Stretching out and drying in the warm sunlight, their at first shallow breathing grew stronger as their chests filled out with clean, sweet air. Then their fingernails hardened and hair grew on their heads and bodies; old scars appeared on skin which roughened momentarily, while worry lines etched themselves into faces full of character; yes, and there were laughter lines, too. A great many of the latter.
A fern, tickling the nose of the younger-looking of the two, caused him to start and sit up, shaking off sleep like an itchy blanket. Frowning, he stared at his nakedness, and that of his still slumbering companion. Then, pushing aside large fragments of gourd, he reached over to tug on the other’s ear.
“Eh … What? … Who?” Eldin grumbled, coming yawningly awake. “Oh, it’s you!”
“Eldin, old lad,” said Hero, “I’ve just had the damndest … dream.” And again he stared all about him.
The Wanderer sat up, yawned again, said, “You’ve had the damndest dream? Well, let me tell you …” And he too paused to stare all about.
Slowly they turned their heads to gaze wide-eyed and wonderingly at each other, and all about them the startled birds settled down again and returned to their singing.
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First there were the eyes. A dozen, circular, burning and unblinking, big as plates, staring out in all directions from a dark, half-seen, half-suspected bulk.
Then—tentacles! Tentacles like nests of fat pink worms … tiny feet to carry the larger, heavier, true tentacles. And out from the pit, out from beneath the luminous eyes, those true tentacles now uncoiled, pink and translucent but pulsing with a green fluid. Thicker than a man’s body, one, two, three—ten in all. Like the suckered arms of some sentient squid, but huge beyond belief!
The tips of the hovering tentacles opened like mouths as they descended on David Hero and his companions where they lay against the pit’s wall. An open tentacle tip touched Hero’s thigh.
Hero screamed then—more in agony than horror. Green juices flowed from the open mouth of the pseudopod and dissolved away a patch of his tough leather trousers—dissolved, too, the skin beneath. And now that mouth became a sucker, slurping back the solution which the green juice had become.
David Hero cried out again—this time in true horror—for now he knew how Oorn fed!
This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.
MAD MOON OF DREAMS
Copyright © 1987 by Brian Lumley
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Brian Lumley, Mad Moon of Dreams
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