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...Bright gleamed the lights of the City of Eternal Youth as Curt's small party planed down toward it. Clear through the night rose throbbing music, the sound of laughter and gay shouting.
"The wicked ones make merry at feasting as they do each night," grated one of Curt's winged bearers.
"There is the Fountain of Life," the other told Captain Future. "There are no sinful ones around it at this late hour."
Curt Newton's heart leaped. At last he looked upon the legendary Fountain that he had won to by such toil and hazard!
The City of Eternal Youth had been built around a circular plaza of large size. At the center of that plaza yawned a pit, a deep shaft in the rock, no more than thirty feet in diameter.
Out of that pit ceaselessly spurted a glorious geyser of shining, self-luminous water. Bursting high above the surface of the ground, it kept falling back into the pit, with a dull roaring sound.
This was the Fountain of Life, eternally jetting the Life-water whose insidious poison had been spread by the Life-lord to every world of the System! It gushed from the darkness in hell-born, maleficent beauty, a luring, beckoning thing whose shining loveliness masked unutterable evil....
City of Eternal Youth must be the strangest city in all the Solar
System. Its people were all young. Some of them had lived many
life-spans. All these men and women had come here, drawn by the lure of
the Fountain. And they had found that once they drank its waters they
could not depart... This was the City of loud, joyless revelry,
feasting and drunkenness... Their dwellings blazed with lights as they
made merry to forget their inevitable, ghastly fate...
Edmond Hamilton, Galaxy Mission (1940, 1967)
...He started down the slope, half-fearing that some of the equivocal objects around him would reach out their mineral boughs or arms to arrest his progress. They seemed to be a kind of bluish-purple obsidian cacti, with limbs that ended in formidable talon-like spines, and heads that were altogether too elaborate for either fruits or blossoms. They did not move as he passed among them; but he heard a faint and singular tinkling with many modulations of tone, that preceded and followed him along the slope. Eibon conceived the uncomfortable notion that they were holding converse with each other; and were perhaps debating what should be done with him or about him.
However, he reached without mishap or hindrance the end of the declivity, where terraces and ledges of decomposing trap, like a mighty stairway of elder aeons, had rimmed the sunken lake of liquescent metal. Wondering as to the way he should now take, Eibon stood irresolute on one of the ledges.
His train of conjecture was broken by a shadow that fell suddenly athwart him and lay like a monstrous blot on the crumbling stone at his feet. He was not prepossessed by the shadow: it was outrageously defiant of all known esthetic standards; and its malformation and distortion were no less than extravagant.
He turned to see what manner of creature had flung the shadow. This being, he perceived, was not easy to classify, with its ludicrously short legs, its exceedingly elongated arms, and its round, sleepy-looking head that was pendulous from a spherical body, as if it were turning a somnambulistic somersault...
Clark Ashton Smith, The Door to Saturn (Strange Tales, January 1932)
...he got out his sextant, took the altitude of the sun, got cross-bearings and a few angles, and began to make a rough calculation...
"That humming confuses me so that I cannot work correctly," said he, "while the most irrelevant things enter my mind in spite of me, and mix up my figures..."
Changing their course slightly, they went towards a range of hills, in the hope of finding rocky or sandy soil, in order to test the sounds, and ascertain if they would cease or vary.
ascended a few hundred feet, they sat down near some trees to rest, the
musical hum continuing meanwhile unchanged. The ground was strewn with
large coloured crystals, apparently rubies, sapphires, and emeralds,
about the size of hens' eggs, and also large sheets of isinglass.
Picking up one of the latter, Ayrault examined it. Points of light and
shade kept forming on its surface, from which rings radiated like the
circles spreading in all directions from a place in still water at which
a pebble is thrown. He called his companions, and the three examined
it. The isinglass was about ten inches long by eight across, and
contained but few impurities. In addition to the spreading rings,
curious forms were continually taking shape and dissolving...
John Jacob Astor, A Journey in Other Worlds (1894)
...The cigarette I was smoking fell from my fingers. The extraordinary creature just sat there, clad in Jonah's jacket, looking at the remains of our meal - and claimed unheard-of things!
"You imply that you have no bodies, in the sense that we and your fish and animals have bodies?" I asked.
He slewed his head round towards me, and I met unforgettable eyes.
have highly adaptable, very fluid, body groups," Alpha said coldly.
"You saw the ellipses in which we float; those are the shapes of what
you would call our 'easy' state. Each of us is composed of thousands of
filaments, which we can expand to a haze able to pass through air
invisibly, or contract to a density able to smash rock. For large
operations we form union of hundreds of body groups and carve a
>> Donald Suddaby, Prisoners of Saturn
...Fleming stumbled on a few yards more.
"If only I could see!" he cried.
As if in answer to his plea, a sheet of rose-colored flame poured from a vent in the side of a mountain nearby, lighting up the region around the ship with a vivid crimson glare. Steam and lava poured from the mountain side, while the ground shook under the force of the blast. Dale and Fleming were hurled to their knees. They made no effort to rise but flattened themselves against the shuddering ground.
his horror Dale perceived that the ship had landed upon a narrow ledge
projecting along the edge of a sheer wall of ice. Peering cautiously
over the side he gazed a thousand feet down into a sea tossing under the
shock of the eruption. Sick and dizzy, he crept back to the sheltering
wall of the cliff. The flame subsided...
Philip Latham, Missing Men of Saturn (1953)