Thursday, February 22, 2018

CELLAR DWELLER

CELLAR DWELLER
“Now, as  the ferrets reached it, it seemed to well out, to puff up into a great stringy mass, an exuberance of reddish, blackish hair."

”For a moment Leon thought he saw two tiny blue points, like eyes, glowing in the thing’s blackish heart. Then a long coil of hair, spider-leg thin, shot out at him.”
Margaret St.Clair, Graveyard Shift


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