How many mistakes can one life survive?

The car was full of unhappy people heading west. It was the Great American Family Road Trip, all right. Whaaa-hoo!

Shot me twice. I want my name, or I'm going to start charging you a fee every time I field something for you. And it's going to be expensive. I'm Park Place. Bud-dy." His red, goat-slitted eyes squinted at me from over his smoked glasses. "You're more like Oriental Avenue right now, dove. What are you on?

Minias smiled. Great. Another charming demon. I sort of prefer the insane ones.

Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy.

Join us next time for Days of the Undead when Rachel learns her long lost brother is really a crown prince from outer space.

Though no one had been buried here for almost thirty years, the grass was mown by yours truly. I felt a tidy graveyard made a happy graveyard.