You can find variations all across this part of Europe. The mare, the marra, the moroi … she has a very wide range.” Va steepled var fingers. “A demon that comes in while you sleep and crouches atop your chest, stealing the breath from your lungs.” “Like an alb,” said Miss Potter. “Yes, much like that. Though the moroi, she is always female. She is often supposed to be like a werewolf, too, in that sometimes she is a living person who goes about at night.”
