Pride and Prejudice and Zombies: Dawn of the Dreadfuls

by Steve Hockensmith

Meanwhile, the middle daughter, fourteen-year-old Mary, insisted on loudly shushing her giggling sisters no matter how many times her reproaches were ignored, for she considered herself second only to the Reverend Mr. Cummings—and perhaps Christ Himself—as Meryton’s foremost arbiter of virtue.

Mary was a rather pale, wan-looking thing, so one couldn’t say she went white as a sheet: She’d already been so since birth. Now, however, she went nearly transparent.