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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ConnorSB" data-source="post: 1503773" data-attributes="member: 14273">The moths in Perdido Street Station (spoiler warning for the book)[spoiler]had wings that could basically "hypnotic pattern" at will. They ate people's dreams by sticking thier tongues into people's mouths and up into thier brains, and sucking the metaphysical life out of them. Thier excrement was literally the castoffs of a thousand dreams, and it would swirl down onto the city, troubling people's dreams with the half-remembered, half eaten nightmares of the slakemoth's prey. The milk they give to thier young is a drug so potent it kills unless heavily cut, and even then it is on par with cocaine. Their bodies existed on multiple planes of existance, and so it was almost impossible to kill them by any "mortal" wound. They could in fact use thier multiplanality to fold themselves or expand, being able to literally slip through cracks. Killing them required the combined effort of the Mayor, the best scientist in the city, the biggest and shadiest mob boss in the city, the self-prophesizing God of Machines, the entire city militia, a mysterious being called The Weaver, the worlds half-machine equivelent of Jack the Ripper, and a bunch of mercenary adventureres, as well as what was effectivly a nanotech engine. Yah, they were some badass moths.[/spoiler]</blockquote>