C. L. Moore cytaty

Black God's Kiss (1934)
Kontekst: All about her, as suddenly as the awakening from a dream, the nothingness had opened out into undreamed-of distances. She stood high on a hilltop under a sky spangled with strange stars. Below she caught glimpses of misty plains and valleys with mountain peaks rising far away. And at her feet a ravening circle of small, slavering, blind things leaped with clashing teeth.

"Shambleau" (1933); later published in Shambleau, and Others‎ (1953)
Kontekst: She was unbinding her turban...
He watched, not breathing, a presentiment of something horrible stirring in his brain, inexplicably... The red folds loosened and — he knew then that he had not dreamed — again a scarlet lock swung down against her cheek... a hair, was it? A lock of hair?... thick as a thick worm it fell, plumply, against that smooth cheek... more scarlet than blood and thick as a crawling worm... and like a worm it crawled.

Black God's Kiss (1934)
Kontekst: Now she took the sword back into her hand and knelt on the rim of the invisible blackness below. She had gone this path once before and once only, and never thought to find any necessity in life strong enough to drive her down again. The way was the strangest she had ever known. There was, she thought, no such passage in all the world save here. It had not been built for human feet to travel. It had not been built for feet at all. It was a narrow, polished shaft that corkscrewed round and round. A snake might have slipped in it and gone shooting down, round and round in dizzy circles — but no snake on earth was big enough to fill that shaft. No human travelers had worn the sides of the spiral so smooth, and she did not care to speculate on what creatures had polished it so, through what ages of passage.

Black God's Kiss (1934)
Kontekst: It was a long way down. Before she had gone very far the curious dizziness she had known before came over her again, a dizziness not entirely induced by the spirals she whirled around, but a deeper, atomic unsteadiness as if not only she but also the substances around her were shifting. There was something queer about the angles of those curves. She was no scholar in geometry or aught else, but she felt intuitively that the bend and slant of the way she went were somehow outside any other angles or bends she had ever known. They led into the unknown and the dark, but it seemed to her obscurely that they led into deeper darkness and mystery than the merely physical, as if, though she could not put it clearly even into thoughts, the peculiar and exact lines of the tunnel had been carefully angled to lead through poly-dimensional space as well as through the underground — perhaps through time, too.

"Black Thirst" (1934); later published in Shambleau, and Others‎ (1953)

In a 1980 interview with Jean W. Ross, published in Contemporary Authors Vol. 104 (1982)

Jirel Meets Magic (1935); p. 94
Short fiction, Jirel of Joiry (1969)

Black God's Kiss (1934); p. 23
Short fiction, Jirel of Joiry (1969)

Black God's Kiss (1934); p. 23
Short fiction, Jirel of Joiry (1969)

Black God's Kiss (1934); p. 16
Short fiction, Jirel of Joiry (1969)

Black God's Kiss (1934); p. 15
Short fiction, Jirel of Joiry (1969)

Black God's Kiss (1934); pp. 10-11
Short fiction, Jirel of Joiry (1969)

Black God's Kiss (1934); pp. 9-10
Short fiction, Jirel of Joiry (1969)

The Cold Gray God (1935), p. 235
Short fiction, Northwest of Earth (1954)

Black Thirst (1934); p. 64
Short fiction, Northwest of Earth (1954)

Black Thirst (1934); p. 63
Short fiction, Northwest of Earth (1954)

Źródło: Doomsday Morning (1957), Chapter 13 (p. 103)

Źródło: Doomsday Morning (1957), Chapter 11 (p. 87)