Nolland Waste prowler

Nolland Waste

Nolland Waste was always a strange place. Constantly changing, unsteady, illusive, ghostly unreal.
Hardly one can remember how Imaginasylum was trapped by the Waste but since then a part of the Mansion, its left wing, always remained in shadow being dissolved in sticky fog.
One could see amazing things if looking out through windows in left part of the House. At the same time out of one window one could see shiny day, next window revealed stormy night and misty morning was squeezing through the other one.
And, of course, Nolland Waste was always inhabited.

Selenite, moon butcher

I turned, and they were all coming towards us in open order waving their axes. They were short, thick, little beggars, with long arms, strikingly different from the ones we had seen before. If they had not heard of us before, they must have realised the situation with incredible swiftness. I stared at them for a moment, spear in hand.

Their sturdy little forms - ever so much shorter and thicker than the mooncalf herds - were scattered up the slope in a way that was eloquent of indecision.

H. G. Wells, “The First Men in the Moon”, chapter “XVII. The Fight in the Cave of the Moon Butchers”, 1901

Have a nice time at Imaginasylum

The Time Machine

The thing the Time Traveler held in his hand was a glittering metallic framework, scarcely larger than a small clock, and very delicately made. There was ivory in it, and some transparent crystalline substance.
… he [the Time Traveler] said: “Now I want you clearly to understand that this lever, being pressed over, sends the machine gliding into the future, and this other reverses the motion. This saddle represents the seat of a time traveler. Presently I am going to press the lever, and off the machine will go. It will vanish, pass into future time, and disappear…”
… and how there in the laboratory we beheld a larger edition of the little mechanism which we had seen vanish from before our eyes. Parts were of nickel, parts of ivory, parts had certainly been filed or sawn out of rock crystal. The thing was generally complete, but the twisted crystalline bars lay unfinished upon the bench beside some sheets of drawings, and I took one up for a better look at it. Quartz it seemed to be.

H. G. Wells, “The Time Machine”, chapter “I. The Inventor”, 1895

Selenite, minder of mooncalves

…he seemed a trivial being, a mere ant, scarcely five feet high.
He presented himself, therefore, as a compact, bristling creature, having much of the quality of a complicated insect, with whip-like tentacles and a clanging arm…
They [legs] had very short thighs, very long shanks, and little feet.
The quality of his motion during the instant of his passing suggested haste and a certain anger…

H. G. Wells, “The First Men in the Moon”, chapter “XI. The Mooncalf Pastures”, 1901

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Yet another H. Ferox

Haploteuthis Ferox

… And the rounded bodies were new and ghastly-looking creatures, in shape somewhat resembling an octopus, with huge and very long and flexible tentacles, coiled copiously on the ground. The skin had a glistening texture, unpleasant to see, like shiny leather. The downward bend of the tentacle-surrounded mouth, the curious excrescence at the bend, the tentacles, and the large intelligent eyes, gave the creatures a grotesque suggestion of a face.

H. G. Wells, “The Sea Raiders”, 1896

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