“When the power falls on me, it buzzes in the warm, dark spaces of my skull. It stings like nettles at the tips of my fingers. The power is a fever I have felt since early childhood, a heat in… — Victoria Lamb Copy Share Image
“When the power falls on me, it buzzes in the warm, dark spaces of my skull. It stings like nettles at the tips of… — Victoria Lamb Copy Share Image
“And I must smile and dance with this man, and say nothing, for he holds the key to the prison my life has become.” — Victoria Lamb Copy Share Image
“I'm looking forward to the noose. Nothing better than a good hanging.” — Victoria Lamb Copy Share Image
“A little politeness might smooth the way ahead. Knowing it was his turn to be dispatched, the best he could hope for was as… — Victoria Lamb Copy Share Image
