Witchcraft in the twentieth century? Computer controlled demons? Maxim Gunn didn’t believe it either.
Maxim Gunn’s old enemy Wanda Liszt, miraculously returns from the dead with another plan to control, the world. Ambushes, a booby trapped tomb, a demonic attack by the fiend Wanda controls keep Gunn on his toes, until, with a little help from the giant Swedish archaeologist, Torquil Tornquist, the crashing finale is reached.
And then, without warning, the creature launched itself at them with a roaring scream of fury. The malevolence in the its eyes was red hot, and Gunn staggered as a bolt of pure hate, solid as a fist, struck him in the chest, aimed at the amulet.
“Stay in the pentagram,” Tornquist shouted, hoarsely. “What ever happens, do not leave. Do not let it get to you.”
Gunn regained his balance, shook his head to clear it, and reached inside his shirt for Termaxian’s parting gift. He ripped his shirt open and held the silver amulet out, forcing the creature to see it.
It staggered as if struck, and then retreated a step or two, fangs bared and hissing throatily. Gunn stood rock still, willing himself to feel no fear.
“What do we do now?” he asked, almost conversationally.