I got a book last night. I forgot all about it until a few hours ago, mainly because I got so very drunk that at one point I noticed that a gate in the cemetery was open so I decided to walk on in. Here's the first sentence:
Muffled drums beat out a nerve-scratching rhythm and red lights flickered hypnotically in the under ground Temple of Hates, where five thousand ragged worshipers knelt and abased themselves and ecstatically pressed foreheads against the cold and gritty cobbles as the trance took hold and the human venom rose in them.
From Swords in the Mist by Fritz Leiber.
Cool, good choice, drunk me! It's one of those old school yellow Ace books. The weirdest part of the book is that right in the middle is a full color ad for Kent cigarettes. You know what disturbs me the most though? That I checked to see if the cemetery gates were open in the first place.
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