C23 TWENTY THREE

Come, You Spirits

DEREK

Come, you spirits

That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,

And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full

Of direst cruelty!

— William Shakespeare, Macbeth

"ROSE!" HER BODY lay still and pale in the moonlight, blood dripping from her wrist as Rainbow lapped it up like a kitten with milk.

The evil bitch looked up, red crusting on her lips