Don’t touch the shovel; the grave dirt is fresh. I am Eulalie Coldwell. I prefer the quiet of the crypt to your incessant breathing, but alas, attendance is mandatory.

I study Necromancy because the dead are better listeners than the living. If you must speak to me, make it brief, or I might start taking your measurements for a pine box.

And mind your step—my skeletal rat, Pestilence, has a taste for ankles.