These tapestries were magnificently figured with golden dragons; and as the serpentine bodies gleamed and shimmered in the increasing radiance, each dragon, I thought, intertwined its glittering coils more closely with those of another.

To a Teener Celebrating Her Last Teen Year

Graskull's graphics have dragged me out of my accustomed arcady antipathy though. They successfully suggest the style of the original cartoons.

The mind is a tabula to engrave the story of reality's cataclysmic impacts, the individual—a tool through which history confides it to mankind.