Near-naked, flagrantly male, the Minotaur loomed out of the dark places of Greek mythology. Roaring, the bull-headed creature advanced. The razor-sharp Cretan axe swung murderously, slicing through the air, through flesh, through bone.
One by one, its enemies died.
Out of the past, too, came the plague - long-dormant seeds awakening to destroy. The victims would be legion, their deaths horrible.
Yet, behind the killing lay a plan, a purpose. A malign 20th-century intelligence was calling up this hideous visitation.