“Death was right on time. He staggered backward on legs of ether. He could see it – a dark shadowy shape. His stomach turned with terror. What remained of the bridge lighting seemed to be fading away. It was there – not the frightful illusions the others had seen – but the thing itself, unmasking itself to its last victim. Somehow the reality was much more frightening. It advanced on him, the rhythmic click of Death. If he were to start screaming now, he knew he would go irretrievably mad. Instinct had left him cold, frozen.” DeathTimeColdVictimTerrorStomachFrighteningFrozenStartTheMoreItAIllusionsGoBridgeHimAwayThereShapeTurnedUnmaskingBackwardEtherSomehowRhythmicStaggeredIrretrievably MadScreaming NowSeen Itself Book:Demonspawn Source: Demonspawn