“Show the monsters what’s going to happen to them. Strike terror into their hearts.” She looked up at them. “Have you ever seen what an angel does when it wants you to be afraid?” For not the first time that morning, Bitter wondered how Miss Virtue knew the things she seemed to know. “Have you seen this happen before?” she asked the woman, her voice tentative. Miss Virtue looked into a nowhere that was floating in the air. “A time too many,” she replied. “History is so repetitive, you know.”
