He was a god of rock. He nearly solved all the world's problems with nothing but power chords and anguished cries into a microphone.

“I think he got your goat, Atticus! And I've been meaning to ask you about the e…”

“Flidais clapped her hands in delight."Oh, I bet he nearly shat kine!"That made …”

“Well o' course she's feelin' dandy! She's the mother o' God for the love o' Pet…”

“Now go and stake some vamps. Especially the sparkly emo ones.”