Lair - James Herbert

Not for the nervous.

-- Daily Mirror The mutant white rat had grown and mated, creating offspring in its own image.

They dominated the others, the dark-furred ones, who foraged for food and brought it back to the Lair.

The dark rats were restless, tormented by a craving they could not satisfy--but the white slug-like thing that ruled them knew.

Its two heads weaved to and fro, and a stickiness drooled from its mouth, as it remembered the taste of human flesh.