The idea that someone is still here and furious … or that something has been lurking here forever. Maybe it’s that I find the idea comforting … that thousands of years after you’re gone … is when you really live. That your echo is louder than your voice.” Harrow said, “A spirit comes at invitation. It cannot sustain itself.” “But what if one could?” cried Dulcinea. “That’s so much more interesting than plain murder.”
