“There is a house above the world, where the over-people gather.

There is a man with wings like a bird.

There is a man who can see across the planet and wring diamonds from its anthracite.

There is a man who moves so fast that his life is an endless gallery of statues.

In the house above the world, the over-people gather...

And sit...

And listen...

...To a dry, mad voice that whispers of Earthdeath.”