"Kemmler." Lady Elizabeth Harris let out a deep sigh of frustration. "I guess it's true what they say, you can't kill a cockroach." It had been a nice, slow couple of months in Liverpool. No ghouls running loose or pissed off Unseelie nobles. However, it looked like she was going to be in for rough time of it. The vacation was definitely over.

"Personally, I'd really like to know how he keeps bringing himself back from the grave. If we can figure that out, we can put him down for good. I'd much rather this be the last time we kill the bastard."