{"product_id":"2940013682399","title":"Satan's Incubator","description":"When Dr. Skull came back to his office that morning, the dust was\u003cbr\u003eunusually thick on his desk. He looked about him with oddly young\u003cbr\u003ebrown eyes. The bust of Galen on his bookshelf, the books\u003cbr\u003ethemselves... No, Mrs. Timiny had not been in to clean, which was\u003cbr\u003estrange, for she had not missed a morning before in six years.\u003cbr\u003eAbsently, then, Dr. Skull employed the black sleeve of his neat and\u003cbr\u003eancient coat to rub the city grime from his desk top.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe old man frowned. He had seen much dust that morning during his\u003cbr\u003ecalls, dust that lay unheeded in houses where misery had ended all\u003cbr\u003ethought of daily chores. He thought too, while his back straightened\u003cbr\u003eas against some invisible burden, that thus it must have been at the\u003cbr\u003edestruction of other cities, with the dust at last burying outraged\u003cbr\u003eruins from the eyes of the future.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd now there was dust in his own office... Suddenly he wheeled about,\u003cbr\u003eat the whoosh of a falling weight hurtling through the half-open door.\u003cbr\u003eA cry died in the doctor's throat--for the thing that lay inside his\u003cbr\u003ethreshold had once been a little boy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was Michael Timiny, one of the doctor's great army of godsons. Four\u003cbr\u003eyears ago, Skull had brought him into the world--and now, with a great\u003cbr\u003eicy blast of outraged sorrow, the doctor knew he would see little\u003cbr\u003eMichael out of the world. One of the child's eyes was a gaping red\u003cbr\u003ehole; the left arm, clawed and tooth-marked, hung limp and gory at his\u003cbr\u003eside, and in at least one spot, through that torn little linen suit,\u003cbr\u003eSkull could see how the vitals had broken out of the skin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Michael!\" He thought he must be screaming, but the name came out in a\u003cbr\u003egentle whisper, as he lifted the moaning child and carried him to a\u003cbr\u003ecouch. \"Michael, boy.... Who--what?\" And then he clenched his lips\u003cbr\u003eagainst further questioning.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe guessed what the answer would be, if the child could still make an\u003cbr\u003eanswer. He had seen other mangled human wrecks in the past fortnight,\u003cbr\u003eheard a dozen horrible, unbelievably shocking accusations.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt wasn't only he. It was everyone in New York who had eyes to see.\u003cbr\u003eThis was new, this attack on the threshold of a doctor's office--but\u003cbr\u003ethen, some of the doctors had gone mad themselves, turning, bare-\u003cbr\u003etoothed and blood-lusting, on the very patients they had been called\u003cbr\u003ein to help.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47069095330032,"sku":"2940013682399","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013682399_p0.jpg?v=1763584441","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013682399","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}