A shaggy head appeared from inside the bag. The head was attached to a livid neck. The skin separated in places leaving room for tendons to poke their way through. The head twisted around and a terrible face stared into Aubrey's own. Its eyes bulged from their sockets where the lids had either been cut away or had withered back, creating an eternal mad stare. The lips had receded as well. The nose hung in tatters on the moth-eaten face. Excerpt from Texas Thunder by T. L. Barrett
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