The vampire bible, bound in human skin, written in blood, and full of prophecies that were never wrong. Trouble was, if you read the thing too long, it drove you nuts. Not "I'm having a bad day and feel bitchy" nuts or PMS nuts. "I think I'll commit felony assault on my friends and rape my boyfriend" nuts.

It's inappropriate for the queen of the dead to be afraid of ghosts.

Why is it suddenly uncool to spell? That's all I want to know.

You don't scare me, Cadence Jones. I've lived with crazy, I've ridden with crazy, I've vacationed with crazy, I've visited crazy in various hospitals, I've sat in on therapy sessions with crazy. Frankly, I think women who don't have major emotional disorders are really very dull.

Has anyone ever told you that you lack focus?

Can you burn me up with holy water? Poke me to death with your crucifix? Pelt me with communion wafers?

I'm in a Road Runner cartoon, Sinclair. And I'm the coyote.