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According to [[Justin Richards (The Secret Lives of Monsters)|Justin Richards]], the novel was "not kindly reviewed". ([[PROSE]]: ''[[The Secret Lives of Monsters (novel)|The Secret Lives of Monsters]]'') | According to [[Justin Richards (The Secret Lives of Monsters)|Justin Richards]], the novel was "not kindly reviewed". ([[PROSE]]: ''[[The Secret Lives of Monsters (novel)|The Secret Lives of Monsters]]'') | ||
{{quote|If only I could speak. My voice seemed cleft to the back of my throat. A situation that only worsened as [[Judoon|the behemoth]] reached up and unfastened [[Judoon captain (Smith and Jones)|his]] helmet. With a hiss that might have been that balloon in my chest rupturing, the clasps released. Despite what I had already seen, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw beneath the helmet. The wrinkled skin, like old cork. The eyes set deep in the face - if you could even call it such. Ears so small they could have been the afterthought of some cosmic designer of monstrosity. And horns!|An | {{quote|Huge leather-clad creatures stomped across the foyer, marching in step like some bizarre battalion of soilders just back from yomping across the Welsh mountains rather then the lunar craters. | ||
The leader stopped right in front of me, my head level with his chest. I looked up at the opaque mask of his helmet, a strange jutting shape that protruded out from the body. I could feel the fear growing inside me like an inflating balloon, ready to burst at the prick of a pin. The other staff gathered behind me, clearly seeing me as their resultant spokesman. | |||
If only I could speak. My voice seemed cleft to the back of my throat. A situation that only worsened as [[Judoon|the behemoth]] reached up and unfastened [[Judoon captain (Smith and Jones)|his]] helmet. With a hiss that might have been that balloon in my chest rupturing, the clasps released. Despite what I had already seen, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw beneath the helmet. The wrinkled skin, like old cork. The eyes set deep in the face - if you could even call it such. Ears so small they could have been the afterthought of some cosmic designer of monstrosity. | |||
And horns! | |||
Behind me, I heard the horrified gasps of my colleagues. The embarrassing sound of Hazel Magee fainting dead away at the horrendous and impossible sight. My first thought, though, despite all this, was|An Except from Accidental Moon}} | |||
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