"Gee, whiz, Miss Plumtartt, these here are sure enough an odd assortment of characters you and I have run up with." "Indeed, Mr. Temperance, and at the risk of disclosing any 'spoilers' for our dear readers, I suspect that we have allowed ourselves to fall into the clutches of a Nosferatu brood." "Nosfer-who-who?" "Nosferatu, Mr. Temperance, undead fiends that gain sustenance be slaking their unnatural thirsts on the manna of the living." "Oh my Goodness! You mean we are prisoners of a bunch … [Read more...] about In a Latitude of Temperance by Ichabod Temperance