"Pynchon!  Now he had potential.  Too bad he and Bill Burroughs never touched base."<br/><br/>The girl pulled her boots up, stood on top of the rickety bookshelf, and paced to and fro.<br/><br/>"What do you know about nightmares, Mister Scholar?  I ask mostly because, well, this is the Mad City Public Liebrary, and when you go out those doors you're going to be knee deep in them.  I'd give you advice, but I am merely a small child and nobody is inclined to take me seriously as a result."<br/><br/>Her giggle seemed surprisingly wicked...<br/><br/>"Oh.  Do you play chess?"