"Bestiarum," Aramis murmurs, for he has seen their like before, always filled to the brim with creatures real and imagined, but rarely supernatural. He tries to bank the sudden hunger in his eyes where they fall on the screen. He has been at the library and the church, but has turned up little of real use. Now, faced with the computers Porthos loves and Aramis hates, he finds reason to love them for the first time.

"How much does it contain?" he asks. "What creatures? Vampires?"