“I’m dead. I can’t be all right any more than I can be not all right.”

“Sweetheart, my father and I have put more ghosts in the ground than you can count.”

“I can feel that photo of Anna staring at me from sixty years ago, and I can’t help myself from wanting to protect her, wanting to save her from becoming what she already is.”

“I sigh. “So now what? Can I possibly tell you to go home and forget about this? Is there any way that I can avoid us forming some peppy group of—” Before my mouth can finish, I lean forward and groan into my hands. Carmel gets it first, and laughs. “A peppy group of ghostbusters?” she asks.”

“Everyone seems to know more than I do, and being on the shallow end of the information pool is starting to piss me off.”

“This is weird. There's a dead woman in front of me like dozens of other dead women I've seen. But this one is a queen, and a famous one. If it's possible to be starstruck by the dead, then I guess that's what's happening.”

“Stand my ground, is what I think. After this is over, I might puke. Assuming, of course, that I’m still alive.”