by James Herbert
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. Now the dark rats were restless, and the white slug-like thing that ruled them remembered the taste of human flesh. ...
Not as good as I remember from my youth...perhaps I'm a different person/reader. I preferred the first half when a number of characters met their doom...the second half was predictable in a good sense...
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