Bernadette Devlin

For the cranky letters, I opened a special file, and one, which went straight into it, read thus: "Dear Madam, You are so beautifully evil that myself and my fellow witches in the South Down coven have decided to make you one of us." On such-and-such a night, they would invoke the Prince of Evil and, with the guts of a toad and the legs of a cock and so forth, would initiate me into the whole business. If I ever was to deviate from the path of evil, the consequences would be disastrous. — The Price of My Soul