These were not empty words - they had been given flesh and life by a man more evil than his own vile preachings.
Nathaniel Laycock was not a pretty sight. His baby blue eyes bulged with the stare of death. His tongue protruded from his gaping mouth. The thin cord with which he had been garrotted was almost lost within the fat of his neck... He sat in the driving seat of the Austin police patrol car, and gazed sightlessly through the windscreen.
Finally got my scanner back and working and felt I had to add this cover to the Vault library of Black Sorcery. Link to the late John Kenneth Dunham's original review here.