The speech that's haunted me during the Alectopause in exactly the same way ten thousand million unfed ghosts haunt the Facility:
“Ghosts and monsters,” the lady of the Seventh continued enthusiastically, “remnants and the dead… the disturbed dead. The idea that someone is still here and furious… or that something has been lurking here forever. Maybe it’s that I find the idea comforting… that thousands of years after you’re gone… is when you really live. That your echo is louder than your voice.” Harrow said, “A spirit comes at invitation. It cannot sustain itself.” “But what if one could?” cried Dulcinea. “That’s so much more interesting than plain murder.”
She both is the madwoman in the attic, and lowkey sounds like she wants to fuck the madwoman in the attic.
And now that I've read Nona and know what I know, I honestly can't even blame her for anything she did anymore. I might do the same.
