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Horror Wears Blue, a Zarkon, Lord of the Unknown novel by Lin Carter.

Part 5 of Zarkon, Lord of the Unknown series.

Publisher's Blurb – Jacket Flaps
Prince Zarkon is back! This thrilling new case from the top-secret files of the crime-fighting organization known as Omega begins in London with a strangely simple and bewildering crime. It's just a warehouse robbery, but the perpetrators are no ordinary criminals. They are the diabolical Blue Men.

Sinister, invulnerable to conventional weaponry, and entirely blue, these evildoers can walk unharmed through clouds of deadly gases. Even gunfire doesn't stop them – bullets bounce off their bodies as though they'd struck the steel side of a battleship. Bold and brazen, the chilling culprits carry out their crimes again and again, making headlines around the world. London is panicked . . . and Scotland Yard is stumped.

Straight from Knickerbocker City comes Prince Zarkon and the Omega Men to the rescue. The lord of the unknown and nemesis of all villains, Zarkon soon discovers the malignant mastermind behind the mysterious Blue Men. It is the aptly-named Vulture, a brilliant but deranged, unscrupulous, and embittered scientist who is determined to leave the bloody stain of his extraordinary genius upon the world. As the band of Blue Men multiplies, until it terrifyingly outnumbers the Omega Team, it looks as if our superhero has finally met his match.

Filled with electrifying suspense, this is a Zarkon adventure beyond compare . . . and one of the strangest pursuits in the annals of criminology.

Lin Carter is the author of The Earth Shaker, Kingdoms of Sorcery, Volcano Ogre, The Nemesis of Evil, and more than forty other novels of heroic fantasy. A former fantasy editor, he is responsible for bringing long-lost books and stories to light, and in 1972, received the Nova Award for his contributions.

Extract – Lower Cover
"Zarkon and the Omega men departed on schedule, Number One," said the voice at the other end, his tones remote and slightly disturbed from time to time by the crackle of electrical interference on the line.

"Excellent!"

"According to the flight plan they submitted to the American Air Traffic Commission, their destination is still Heathrow Airport."

Acknowledging the information, the Vulture hung up the phone.

A slight, cold smile touched thin, bloodless lips. And the Vulture very seldom smiled . . .

"At last," he croaked heartily, "an adversary worthy of my steel."