“I snapped forward, grabbing the edge of a mask. I yanked hard. Rope snapped. The mask slipped free--
"Oh, my gods!" I shrieked as I staggered back.
The thing didn't have a face.
Not really. There was no nose. No mouth. Just thin, black slits where eyes should've been. Everything else was smooth, thin, pale flesh.
I would never unsee this.
"Take it back! Here." I flung the bronze mask back at the thing. The metal bounced off its chest and hit the ground. It cocked its head to the side.”
―
Jennifer L. Armentrout,
The Crown of Gilded Bones