The boat was resting placidly on the water, if the strange-looking liquid could be called by such a name.
Strange looking!
But few ever saw a lake or river like unto it.
That there was water was not a matter of doubt, but in it floated strange-looking lizards and fishes.
Pieces of stone, or glass, seemed as buoyant as the fish themselves.
Curiosity got the better of fear, and Max grabbed one of the fish as it floated by.
He dropped it in the boat, and it broke in two.
It was petrified, or rather changed into lava.
“Girzilla! Girzilla! my own—my love! Fit queen of my household, where art thou?”
Ibrahim was talking in his delirium.