FIRST LINES FROM THE YEAR’S MOST TERRIFYING NOVEL…
The thing moved through the woods. It did not walk as walking is known, it had no legs, no feet, no true appendages. It was, to the forest about it, invisible, just another breath of wind, perhaps, on the summer breeze. The thing reemerged, sluggish, from a long timeless sleep begun when the Earth was young, the forests and their animal life primitive and still themselves evolving. Now, as it roamed modern meadows, consciousness rising by incremental stages, the thing began to grasp with nascent recall the significance of the wildlife life around it…began to understand these visible creatures around with a newly awakened, keenly demanding awareness. It was the sense of hunger…and it bloomed deep, expanding quickly into a gnawing insistence that pushed all other senses aside. The thing was ravenous…
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