The flame-haired symbol of a she-devil appeared in connection with some innocuous brand of cosmetics and, seconds later, the Doc, observing a car with the number FON 2, raised two fingers, giving a V-for-victory sign to the driver, then reversed the signal in that time-honoured Delta-of-Venus gesture suggesting readiness for sex. The creature inside the vehicle couldn't readily be described as ass human. For the thing had no hair and scaley skin of a greenish hue. Leering expansively and using thumb and forefinger, it pointed in the direction of a medieval church some four hundred metres away. Dr Lu spins on hir heel and makes off at a fast clip towards the not-too-distant crenellated rectangle outlined in darker darkness against the darkening sky ...