“I stare up at the wooden altar.
‘What am I doing here, Lord?’
‘Can I help you?’
I swivel round.
A man stands behind me. Slight and very pale, his chalky pallor accentuated by oily black hair, slicked back from a high widow’s peak. Despite the warm weather, he wears a dark suit over a collarless grey shirt. He looks like a vampire on his way to a jazz club.”
–C.J. Tudor, The Burning Girls
GhoulieJoe 
Intestine count, please.
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