"The semando was a grotesque, misshapen thing formed of mephitic grave-mud that oozed with each sickening step it took. But it was not the lurching travesty of a body that bulged Henley's eyes and clove his tongue to the roof of his mouth. It was the face."
"Crudely molded and distorted as its features were, Henley had seen them before—in the portrait that had hung over the mantlepiece downstairs. It was the face of his grandfather, Jeroboam Henley...."
"Blunt, malformed fingers reached clawlike for Henley's throat as the semando drew nearer."
Charles R. Saunders, Jeroboam Henley's Debt
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