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Thog's Masterclass. Dept of Carnivorous Weather. 'Rain came as a wet drizzle that clings to your face like a hungry leech fighting to hang on, only to slip down over the scars and dive into the abyss of excrement and refuse at your feet.' (Bradley Snow, Andy, 1990) [AB]
• 'They clung to her, those eyes, but again, no one could reasonably have faulted that.' (David Weber, Ashes of Victory, 2000) [FM]
• Dept of Good Moods. 'It was as if her insides put italics on the feeling of superb.' (Stanley Crouch, Don't the Moon Look Lonesome, 2000) [MMW]
• Dept of Planetary Physics. As a Velikovskian doomsday impact is threatened, our hero has a nice snooze and wakes to find the morning mysteriously dark: 'Switching on the searchlight, Joseph Brock saw, caught in its brilliant beam, Jupiter. It was hovering a few thousand miles up. He had reckoned that the planet would come with an extra rush as it drew within the gravity of the Earth, or vice-versa. But the gravities of both planets seemed ineffective.' (Desmond Wilcox, Into Existence, 1941)