The Seventh Pan Book of Horror Stories

'She saw a hideous, blackened shape that had once been a man. Its shrunken, hairless head stared with eyeless sockets, and handless, the stubby arms lay in pools of congealed blood. Her eyes fell upon the burnt and twisted legs. The skin had burnt away, leaving the bones exposed; long, tapering claws in a bed of ashes...' 'Imagine a dead white face made of wax, give the face a pair of huge black gleaming eyes filled with a terrible hunger that a thousand years of sated lust will not satisfy, watch a pair of thin lips as they mouth silent obscenities and you have a fiend that is begging someone to share its Hell...'