I don't do anything for Halloween. I carry Halloween inside of me.

I don't do anything for Halloween. I carry Halloween inside of me.

I wish I could say I had any idea what I was doing when I designed characters. I just take things I like and make my version of it.

No rain but thunder, and the sound of giants.

With a rasping cough, the vampire shakes its head. "It was you who called us. All of you, with your war. The roar of your cannons shook us from our quiet graves.

Okay, I know I said I wasn't going to shake things up, but we're going to have to get some pants on this one.

But if there must be an end, let it be loud. Let it be bloody. Better to burn than to wither away in the dark.