Spin your head around and guess who wrote this next scary passage:

He stared at the dust and the quickening shadows.  The orb of the sun was beginning to slip beneath the rim of the world and he could hear the dim yappings of savage dog packs prowling the fringes of the city.  He rolled his shirtsleeves down and buttoned them as a shivering breeze sprang up.  Its source was southwest.

He hastened toward Mosul and his train, his heart encased in the icy conviction that soon he would be hunted by an ancient enemy whose face he had never seen.

But he knew his name.