| "And yet, I saw them in an limitless stream - flopping, hopping, creaking, bleating - urging inhumanly through the spectral moonlight in a grotesque, malignant saraband of fantastic nightmare. And some of them had tall tiaras of that nameless whitish-gold metal . . . and some were strangely robed . . ."
- The Shadow Over Innsmouth, H.P. Lovecraft |