The body's a week old, and Claudia hopes there's still a nice sharp souvenir left. Cops don't like vague answers from touches.

It does now seem absolutely clear that any story of the fantastic set upon this planet in the twenty-first century either deals with where we live, or sucks vacuum. So when I saw the words "Urban Fantasy" in the titles of the two compilations under review, a slim hope dawned.

Perhaps she was afraid of love.