Fiend

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.


Genre: Horror