Lisa Perry let the pen rest over the clean new page. It only took an instant, a moment of reflection, to decide to let the pen go free-and it started to write. There was no visible ghoul, no white sheets with holes in it, no howling and rattling of chains, just a gentle pressure on her hand. She didn't have a clue what was going to be written next, and she felt as if she was in the head of a cranky Germanic woman. "What the hell Who...