"Nearer they came, and still Janus did not pause. Fifty yards away now, with death in her eyes, came the girl Janus loved. Her face sowed no recognition, her features were frenzied with a death-lust planted by the Otherlings, yet she was beautiful. Her eyes singled Janus out. The bronzed right arm leaped up and back, poised to throw the javelin. So close now -- and Janus could see a questioning furrow appear on her forehead, a flicker of recognition in her eyes. To be replaced in an instant by the death-mask!"
From "The New World to Conquer"
By Adam Chase
1956