I looked up at the Panther hovering over me, blond hair flying, face grimacing with pain. Then I saw it! those long, sharp teeth looked bigger than ever, and they were aimed at my face. I kicked at the Penther's legs and they buckled, but the hideous animal skull swung high above my head. "Kiss the Panther, O'Neill!" my enemy shouted. Ron O'Neill just wants to write fiction and enjoy the good life in Florida. A sadistic serial killer shatters...