COME BACK...COME BACK... Surely, surely the vows they had taken so long ago had been meaningless, simply been part of a game—an ignorant, childish, and yes, an obscene game, but a game nonetheless. They could hardly be called to reckon for such foolishness now, could they? COME!... COME BACK TO SANSCOEUR! Yet they knew. They all knew that something foul and deadly awaited them, had in truth been waiting for them through the years—yes, something not human, something which called and called and called with eerie insistence... COME BACK, COME BACK, COME BACK!

Vintage paperback original. Horror fiction.

Alan Querdilion, a young naval lieutenant, is captured by the Germans and wakes up in a hospital bed - more than 100 years later. The Germans have won the war, and the Third Reich stretches from the Urals to the Atlantic. Non Aryans are bred as slaves. Deprived of speech and intelligence by the surgeon's knife, they serve their masters with their bodies. Count Hans von Hackelnberg, master of the Reich's forests, rules his domain with the iron fist of a feudal lord. His passion is hunting. At night the sound of his horn echoes eerily through the moonlit forest as the pack closes in on its prey. A pack of half-naked cat-girls, their hands sheathed in iron claws and their bellies starved of fresh meat. And their quarry, as Alan discovers too late, is ... himself.