In the Green Star's Glow

In the days and weeks since I recovered consciousness in my ancestral home in Connecticut, I have compiled this record of my adventures on the World of the Green Star. And now, at last, my history is finished. Surely, it must stand among the annals of adventure as one of the most astounding narratives of quest and peril and exploration ever lived.

Only a few minutes remain to me on this Earth.

Soon I shall quit forever the body in which my spirit was born. This record shall be sealed away in a bank vault until such time as the last spark of life has faded within my poor, weak, crippled body, and the executors of my estate determine (if indeed they ever do) that this narrative should be delivered into the hands of a publisher.

Soon—soon!—I shall wing my way across the starry space again, to the World of the Green Star.

Here on Earth I am a helpless cripple, unable to tend to my needs or take a single step unaided.

But there, on the World of the Green Star, I am a warrior and a hero, a husband, a lover, and a king. Never thereafter shall I wander the starry firmament again. For, on that weird and terrible and beautiful and wonder-filled planet of strange beasts and even stranger men, I found my heart’s home.

I am caught in the Green Star’s spell;

Nor do I wish ever to be freed from that sorcery.