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224 pages, Hardcover
First published February 19, 1974
"Now I must be. . . going."I found that I Lumley's best work comes out in the gooshy parts.
"Going? But where?" I babbled. "Back to — Them?"
"No. . . glug, glug, glug. . . not back to Them. That is all. . . glug. . . over. I feel it. And They are angry. I have said too much. A few minutes more and I'll be. . . glug. . . free!" The pitiful horror climbed slowly to its feet, sloping somehow to one side, stumbling and barely managing to keep is balance.
Titus Crow, too, started to his feet. "Wait, you can help us! You must know what they fear. We need to know. We need weapons against them!"
"glug, glug, glug — no time — They have released Their control over this. . . glug. . . body! The protoplasm is. . . glug, glug, ggglug. . . falling apart! I'm sorry, Crow. . . glugggg, aghh. . . I'm sorry."
The next instant I was faced with something so monstrously terrifying that for a moment I thought my heart must stop. To my left, at a distance of no more than fifteen feet, the very limit of my vision in the mist, the face of the pebbly incline burst outward in a shower of stones and earth — and then —
—Horror!
I backed away, unashamedly babbling, screaming Crow's name repeatedly as the — Thing — came after me. It was octopoid, this dweller in the earth. . . flowing tentacles and a pulpy gray-black, elongated sack of a body. . . rubbery. . . exuding a vilely stinking whitish slime. . . eyeless. . . headless, too. . . Indeed, I could see no distinguishing features at all other than the reaching, groping tentacles. Or was there — yes! — a lump in the upper body of the thing. . . a container of sorts for the brain, or ganglia, or whichever diseased organ governed this horror's loathsome life!





