Something is stirring up ghosts and all sorts of spooky critters and weakening the filmy rift between our world and the Nevernever, the world of Fae. And it's not likely to lead to hugs and puppies. With a Knight of the Cross, Michael Carpenter, by his side - and honest to goodness faithful emissary of God - Harry sets out to find the culprit and stop the mayhem. The coolest thing about Michael is that every time a crisis occurs, a babysitter always fortuitously appears. Things are going well until he shows up at the Red Court Vampire Masquerade Fete dressed as a cheesy vampire, complete with cape, fake fangs and white stage makeup only to be lured into a trap that will cost him something he holds very dear and start a war between the White Council of Wizards and the Red Court Vampires. (And his very treacherous Fairy Godmother - literally - proves no help.)

The married thing. Sometimes I look at it and feel like someone from a Dickens novel, standing outside in the cold and staring in at Christmas dinner. Relationships hadn't ever really worked for me. I think it's had something to do with all the demons, ghosts and human sacrifice.