“But now, half human and half bird in form, they spent their time watching for ships from a height that overlooked their excellent harbour; and many a traveller, reduced by them to skin and bones, had forfeited the happiness of reaching home.”
It’s lovely. Shame about the inconsistent locality. And the roving blue death orbs.
Here’s an article about the prehistory of some of my favorite bands.
Are you living in a Tom Waits song?