Through the forest he pursued the she-monster whose tail coiled over the dead leaves like a silver stream; and he came to a meadow where women, with the hindquarters of dragons, stood around a great fire, raised on the tips of their tails. The moon shone red as blood in a pale circle and their scarlet tongues, formed like fishing harpoons, stretched out, curling to the edge of the flame.
Gustave FlaubertAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: french
- Born: December 12, 1821
- Died: May 8, 1880
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