Heh, what do you do when you feel like howling at the moon like a rabid werewolf alongside a drunken vampire and hanging yourself from the nearest aspen? Right — don't sit still, but instead grab a clever little elf as your apprentice, wander through some shady places, stay for a while with a kind old uncle, and then set off on the road trying to shake off the persistent advances of a demon whose gaze makes you want to bury yourself deep in the sand, pile up a mound of earth with your own hands, put up a wooden cross and quietly weep your farewell. Ha, as if they'd let me do that! This vampire's demon, curse him, has firmly decided to piece together all the shards of my past — even though those shards cut deeper than my own dagger and the sharp tongue of my little apprentice. The question of just where I sinned so badly is gathering momentum. Heh, if only someone would answer it…