A lovely, hellish colour. It grew in her mind, that colour, until it ignited and burst in the mind of Black Katherine. Now it wasn’t just voices inside the woman’s head, there was also Black Katherine’s banshee scream that first, at its lowest ebb, blended with all the other voices. It reached a crescendo then, and hurled itself on to a fever pitch. Black Katherine was beside and inside the woman, her being personified by gritting teeth and flashing, glaring eyes.
