I kept hold of what sanity I could. Every generation, a revenant named Bobo Del Rey would attempt to talk me out of my ring. He did not in fact succeed.

( And well. )

One day, someone left a rope dangling and the rest is, as they say, very complicated history. The magic and supernatural I was familiar with was just one branch. There are many with different origins and species. I count three different types of vampires and that is not counting anything man-made.

( She gets a pancake, two strips of bacon and some eggs for her listening effort. )