Philip Stengel

“It wasn't a man. It was tall. Impossibly, unnervingly tall. He couldn’t make out details, only a silhouette that defied all anatomical sense. The figure was at least ten, maybe twelve feet high, but its proportions were grotesquely wrong. Its limbs were too long, its torso too narrow, its head small and hunched between broad, powerful shoulders. It moved with a slow, deliberate grace that was utterly terrifying, a liquid smoothness that a thing of that size should not possess. It was like watching a spider unfold its legs. It didn't step out of the darkness. It was as if the darkness itself had decided to stand up.”
― Philip Stengel, Red Sands: The Kandahar Incident