As I trembled under his gaze; I got a better look at him. His hair was a mixture of gray and brown and he looked as though he had been chewing tobacco.
The tobacco juice was running through his tangled beard.
His hair was long, oily and uncombed, face filled with deep acne scars. His lips were thin and cruel looking. His fingers were long, thin and with nails dirty and untrimmed, they reminded me of an eagle's claws curving and yellow. What struck me most about him was his eyes; They were as cold as a snake's eyes, with no human staring back at ISBN # 1-4137-2179-6
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