Book description
...He heard a shout, distant and ringing, "No, Carson! Not that
door!"
Something green writhed in through that door. Something gaseous,
billowing, filling the chamber faster and faster, something that caught
at his throat and gagged him, made him wretch, brought streaming tears
to his eyes.
Before his eyes stretched a nightmarish growth of vine and tree, of
mushroom-headed stalks, of gyrating tentacles swaying from every branch
and limb. He heard a shrill, triumphant chittering.
He turned to spring back. A vice closed over his foot and tripped him.
He fell, sprawling, his mouth and nostrils filling with stinking mud.
He did not remember anything more for a very long time. Kenneth
Bulmer (1921 - 2005)
Henry Kenneth Bulmer was born in London in 1921. He was a prolific
author, writing over 160 novels under a bewildering array of pen names,
and including adventure, historical and western novels, as well as TV
tie-ins in addition to his prodigious science fiction output. He died in
2005.
