It's not really screeching.
More like depressed goths with high pitch voices sighing exasperatedly.
after they come out of their pink velvet coffins.
It's not really screeching.
More like depressed goths with high pitch voices sighing exasperatedly.
after they come out of their pink velvet coffins.
So that is what is behind all this evil: sighing, melodramatic, fleshless vampires who wear pinstripe suits and sleep in cushy pink velvet coffins trimmed with delicate satin lace. The town's woes all make sense now.
And I will never think of Ainle the same way again. Thank you. :'D