Ukens smakebit kommer fra Witch Eyes av Scott Tracey, s. 18:
And then the monster turns and faces me, and the voice returns. Finally, it said, relish in its voice. He's ours.
Shock and fear allow me to free myself from the vision. I scrambled on the ground for my glasses, eyes closed. My fingers wrapped around the plastic, and relief pressed up against the fear.
What was that?