horned helmet > bubble helmet.

 


NorsePlay is solely presenting this for the fun move-out-of-the-way-space-alien cover art. After finding a synopsis of the novella's pro-conversion miracle usage and apparently ridiculous Martian insect breeding adversaries there's no way I'd bother with reading it (nor did the real author want to sign it as Ivar Jorgensen's actually a pseudonym), yet the visual tropes here (and that Viking's laughing expression as he strong palms that bubble helmet) show the persistence of Norse Romanticism pushing itself all the way into sci-fi.

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Guillermo Maytorena IV knew there was something special in the Norse Lore when he picked up a copy of the d'Aulaires' Norse Gods and Giants at age seven. Since then he's been fascinated by the truthful potency of Norse Mythology, passionately read & studied, embraced Ásatrú, launched the Map of Midgard project, and spearheaded the neologism/brand NorsePlay. If you have employment/opportunities in investigative mythology,  field research, or product development to offer, do contact him.

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