| "...Her
hair hung in clumps from her glutinous transparent scalp. Clods of
earth, beetle life and oily exudations that oozed from the membranous
skin matted the knotty fibres into dreadlocks of postmortem decay.
The eyes had now sunken so far back into their sockets, the skin blemished
with advanced rot, they looked like charred craters, like pits that
reached to Hell. The rest of the face was all but skull, a few sinewy
strands of flesh clinging to the bony remains. The mouth, all mandible
and crowded over-exposed teeth, trembled and muttered with pathetic
desperation. Where terror could go no further, revulsion took control..." |
