Venerian n. 1

I land…in the one hope of getting into communication once more with the Venerian. If I have read the signs correctly, I shall do so.

They reached a large room, where already there had gathered in the semicircle of seats a hundred or so seven-foot Venerians.

Evidently the marine Venerians resented the steady depletion of their aqueous world, and were determined to stop it.

There were six of them, tall men, about seven feet high, and they walked with the rather labored step of a Venerean, although they weren’t Venereans, for their skin and flesh was a strange white, which looked like raw dough.

They're highly intelligent creatures and are in all probability neither Martians nor Venerians.

A triangular head, large as a collie’s, broke water about ten feet from them. Tex jumped. The Venerian regarded him with shiny, curious eyes.

His first impression was a crowd of Venerians surrounding the pool.

The Venerians don’t use pictures, nor the Martians.

I was knocked out the first time when we finally put the eetees—Venerians and Martians and Outer Jovians—into the Grand Assembly. But the nonhuman peoples are still there and I came back.

‘Girlfriend’ is certainly not the correct term, not in his mind, and certainly not in hers. Venerians don’t have unauthorized, prematrimonial associations among themselves...understandable given their five identified genders, bitter clannish rivalries, complicated inheritances, ridiculously long life spans, and uncertain periods of sexual activity.