I heard a sharp cry behind me, a fall, and, turning, saw an awful face rushing upon me, not human, not animal, but hellish, brown, seamed with red branching scars, red drops starting out upon it, and the lidless eyes ablaze.  I flung up my arm to defend myself . . .

-The Island of Dr. Moreau, by H.G. Wells

The pulsating white light of the laser flashed upon Dan’s shield mask, and his two black beady eyes momentarily lit and died, lit and died, until the screams of the frogs had been silenced, and red globulars floated chaoticically through the rooms interior.

-Frog Hunting, by Brandon Barr

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-Bruce McAllister coaching

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-Lost Genre Guild

-Where the Map Ends

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