“Blood was streaming now, dripping down her white nightgown…Lilith draped her arm over my shoulder. Her eyes were glazed. I would practically have to carry her to the dressing room…What had happened to her on that stage? I couldn‘t get the image out of my head: Lady MacBeth, asking demons to fill her. Was it some invocation to her beloved Melpomene? Whatever she‘d done, it had worked. And that terrified me most of all.”
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