The Ultimate Evil. . . The slowly decaying corpse lay on the bed in the Kremlin. The icy silence of a news blackout lending a chilling unreality to an occasion of monumental significance. For the Russian leader is dead. . . FIEND A shape blacker than the shadows; a thing that smelled of putrefaction and emanated a coldness beyond the iciness of the Siberian wastes. FIEND Lips screwed into a bestial snarl, eyes sunken and staring. Suddenly his powerful chest is heaving, drawing in breath and expelling it noisily, learning to breath again. Learning to live again.
Used availability for Guy N Smith's Fiend
April 1988 : UK Paperback
April 2012 : USA, Canada, UK Kindle edition