The brother-librarian shifted fitfully in his sleep, eyes clamped shut as a cold, clammy sweat gripped him.

He writhed uncomfortably, unable to drift off into complete sleep, for every time he closed his eyes it was there.

It; Baroque and massive, obsese and horrid. The thing looked like some horrid mutant spawned of nightmares.

It was part man, part frog, and disgusting through and through. The thing was massive, sitting atop a stone throne, bulging, rheumy eyes shut tight as its bloated throat swelled with each ragged, gasping breath.

Every so often a cracked, oozing tongue would slip out between chapped, slimy lips, licking against the thing's sore-ridden belly.

And then he would wake up, just as the creature's eyes opened. '