Avon Fantasy Reader No. 12 — page 68: what you’re looking at

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Cannon’s last vestige of control went. “I tell you,” he snarled des- perately, “that she and I were the only living things here tonight—the only living things.” He broke off, becoming aware of movement in the aquarium. “Except, of course, that little frog in there.” The creature among the weeds, a tiny sliver of agile greenness, eavorted for a moment on the surface of the water as if in exultation, then, before any of the three watchers could get a fair look at it, dived deep into the heart of the floating mess. comicbooks.com