i pictured the magnificum descending the mountainside , pale flesh glistening and covered in wickedly sharp spines , slathering maw agape and dripping shining globs of pwdre ser , a black behemoth with twice the reach of a man and three times the height , and a face that was utterly blank , a face that was not a face , the faceless face that caused pierre lebroque to cry in the agony of perfect recognition , `` nullite !