he family’s top recruiter, and she worked fast; bulking up membership with over a hundred new undead a year. No one came close to hitting her numbers. Mora looked at the press release faxed over that morning from an anonymous source. “Married in a Castle, Divorced in a Dungeon: MoraDon Calls It Quits!” She read the document that chronicled the most recent chapter in her love life. “Old crone?” whispered Mora, repeating what she had read about herself. “I am old, but a crone? Who wrote this bald-faced cauldron of lies?” she said, moving a silky lock off her pale shoulder. Certainly, Lauren-Dona Linda, a Madonna look-alike only with less talent, known in her circle as LaDona, hadn’t thought so when she moved in with Mora.
