A Kind of Cross

[Steelhead]

My head was hammering from my struggles to meet a ridiculous deadline for a
story on fine particle air pollution--the kind that penetrates your lungs
so discreetly that you hardly know its happening tell you get a chest xray
and you glow brightly from the delicate strands of cadmium now lacing your
lungs--was out of Jameson's so turned to GR for relief. The Book happened
to fall open to this passage, which I think is a pretty good thought for
the day. Don't you?

"...perhaps we will choose instead to turn, to fight: to demand, from those
for whom we die, our own immortality. They may not be dying in bed any
more, but maybe They can still die from violence. If not, at least we can
learn to withhold from Them our fear of Death. For every kind of vampire,
there is a kind of cross. And at least the physical things They have taken,
from Earth and from us, can be dismantled, demolished--returned to where it
all came from."
                                                                     pg. 540

Steely