““I suppose I wouldn’t mind stretching my legs,” said Kit, then favoured Gabriel with a grisly smile. “Also, I feel it necessary to point out that I am what is known as a revenant—or a ghoul, if you’d prefer. Either will suffice. But I am most certainly not a zombie.” “Ghoul, zombie … what’s the difference?” asked Matrick. “There are several, in fact. Most notable, however, is that zombies eat people.” “And what do you eat?” Kit sipped his wine, looking thoughtful. “Anything but people,” he said.””
