Sorry, We've Got Ghosts.

The King Just Sits There, Moving One Square At A Time. The Queen Can Move So Freely. I Suppose I’d Rather Lose The Game Than Forfeit Her Freedom.

You Do Angry. I Just Saw It. And You Left At Least One Hole In My Carpet To Prove It.

Sir. My Lord. Master Roydon." The Young Man Blurted Out Most Available Titles Except For "your Majesty" And "prince Of Darkness." These Were Implied Nonetheless.

I Saw The Logic That They Used, And The Death Of A Thousand Cuts As Experimental Scientists Slowly Chipped Away At The Belief That The World Was An Inexplicably Powerful, Magical Place. Ultimately They Failed, Though. The Magic Never Really Went Away. It Waited, Quietly, For People To Return To It When They Found The Science Wanting.

These Days Vampires Gravitated Toward Particle Accelerators, Projects To Decode The Genome, And Molecular Biology. Once They Had Flocked To Alchemy, Anatomy, And Electricity. If It Went Bang, Involved Blood, Or Promised To Unlock The Secrets Of The Universe, There Was Sure To Be A Vampire Around.