CARKER
"It was a perfect mummy. Either the Indian art had shrunk the bodies, or this was that of a ten-year-old boy. There was no flesh. Only sin and bone and taut dry stretches of tendon between. The eyelids were closed; the sockets looked hollow under them. The nose was sunken and almost lost. The scant lips were tightly curled back from the long and very white teen, which stood forth all the more brilliantly against the deep brown skin."
Anthony Boucher, They Bite
