Fletcher Munsin gazed up in perplexed horror as sinister ram-type horns abruptly ripped out of either side of the dark silhouette that was Mother Magdalena’s Head, and twisted contemptuously. The dreadful projections coming to curl out slightly and freezing into form, Lina let open her mouth slowly more and more as she unleashed a deep, dark roar more hideous than anything she exemplified earlier.
Much more so.
Source: #11: THE SACRED SEDUCTION OF THE LAST GODHED’S SHADOW, PART I. FROM THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION BY MIKE EYE