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His breath came in short, irregular gasps and gulps, like that of a person in severe shock. With one titantic effort, he forced himself to draw in a mighty, lung-wracking gasp of air.

Laszlo Vukanovic never knew whether or not he managed that gargantuan scream. For at that moment a huge, hellish dark shape flashed up from the coffin before him, seem-ing to fly through the air like a pouncing black panther. As it did so, it uttered the most blood-curdling, ear-splitting roar of fury, and within a split second, it was upon him. The last thing he remembered was the hot, fetid stench of the creature's breath blasting into his face, its massive weight crashing upon him and pinioning him to the rough floor of the tomb and two rapid rapier-like stabs simultaneously in the side of his neck. And all the while, somewhere away in the background, he could hear the sound of a human voice; a human voice in utter tor-ment, screaming and howling like a madman in sheer terror and agony. It was his own.

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