by Stephen R. George
His eyes glitter like black stars. His mouth is a jagged slit. He rides in a shiny limousine with plush curtains that block out the sun … and waits for darkness to fall.
He is Richard Carnitch—a man of pitiless hate and insatiable hunger. No one like Carnitch has ever walked this earth. And no one can stop his feeding frenzy as, one by one, society's outcasts and loners disappear.