A biography for Victoria Lambhasn’t been written yet.
“I'm looking forward to the noose. Nothing better than a good hanging.”
“When the power falls on me, it buzzes in the warm, dark spaces of my skull. It stings like nettles at the tips of my fingers. The power is a fever I have felt since early childhood, a heat in the blood that leaves me flushed and unsteady, dreaming in daylight.”