Terror Author:Robert Bloch "His head snapped back and he made a gurgling sound. The flashlight fell to the floor, the light went out, and we were both in darkness. But he did not need the light for his business, which was dying. And I did not need the light for my business, which was killing. — "His feet left the floor for a moment, then came down again. He was l... more »ike a marionette now, a puppet on a, string, doing a jig. The short, merry jig of one who shuffles off this mortal coil. The dance of death.
"Then he was limp in my arms, limp in the darkness. I let him slump to the floor, at Kali's feet. A poor sacrifice, but fittingly offered. No blood had been spilled. And I was worthy. I knew that now.
"I took my own flashlight and set it on the cabinet so that the beam bathed the black brow of the goddess. Then I smashed the glass of the case with the other flashlight, taking care to hold it with a handkerchief wrapped around my hand.
"After that there was nothing left to do but pick up Kali and go away from there, taking the same route by which I came. Together we went out into the night. Kali and I -- myself and the Mother of Murder ..."
So begins the gripping new novel by the author of PSYCHO. First publication anywhere in the world.« less