"Would explain how so many worlds that don't have vampires have stories about them," Rae muses, carefully spearing a tomato with a tine of her fork so it doesn't roll upon her plate, then touching it to a small dollop of the saffron-colored dressing so it and the balsamic glaze blend. "And some worlds that do have them follow different rules. Silver and garlic and graveyards and... teen romance, and so on."

Yech. The tiny, tart tomato with the dressing and glaze and herbs leaves a much better taste in her mouth.

"Stories and legends and peoples' lives carried across, changing depending on the world that interprets them. All meeting at Milliways."