Pat Callahan's the great race of Yith. I love the sense of expression in the almost-slumped shoulders of this very non-human creature, which seems to capture, not just the look of the creature as detailed in the description, but the tone of it and it's effect on a human observer, as in this passage "it is not wholesome to watch monsters and monstrous objects doing what one had known only human beings to do." I get trapped trying to map my own human emotions onto a completely nonhuman form. I do wonder if it wants to grab a beer and complain about it's day.
