Paris looked at the books. Old and dust covered, most were useless here-say. She was looking for the nitty-gritty. She had witnessed a vampire kill and had first hand exprience in being a victim of murder. She decided it was time someone bit back.

She had no luck in the University library so she had found herself in this used book store. The Rare books in the title caught her eye. Rare was what she needed. She pulled out leather bound "pagan" books and balance them between her body and her right arm. Unfortunately she could only hold three books at a time.

After she found her three books she would pick out the liars from the really good liars. She sat in a comfy chair and slowly finger through the pages. Three piles were formed around her; The not read yet pile (containing two books), the believable pile (containing three books) and the utter crap pile (containing twenty-four really thick books). The utter crap pile towered over Paris and she hated the fact that people stretched the truth too often. She shifted her position so her back was toward the pile, she then continued to read the new found book.