The quiet New England village of Grindle was the last place in the world where murder might be expected. Vultures, traditional heralds of death inthe valley, had not roosted in Grindle Oak for more than a hundred years. But now they swarmed there, sinister omens of death to follow. For a murderer stalked the woods and fields of Grindle, a creature whose twisted mind took fiendish joy in despair and depravity. And soon the vicious signs began to appear--a...