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“inside”
― Away From Him
― Away From Him
“pretending is the only way we survive the lives we've built, especially when the ground beneath us feels like it's shifting, threatening to crack open and swallow us whole.”
― The Unseen Neighbor
― The Unseen Neighbor
“Maybe, just maybe, there was hope.”
― Nowhere Safe
― Nowhere Safe
“As they split up to begin interviewing the guests, Harley couldn’t help thinking there had been an underlying threat in the billionaire’s words.”
― Nowhere Safe
― Nowhere Safe
“sometimes, pretending is the only way we survive the lives we’ve built, especially when the ground beneath us feels like it’s shifting, threatening to crack open and swallow us whole.”
― The Unseen Neighbor
― The Unseen Neighbor
“Holler—that was a word Harley hadn’t heard in a while. She smiled, deciding this Sheriff Santiago was alright in her book.”
― Nowhere Safe
― Nowhere Safe
“compare”
― Dead Inside
― Dead Inside
“had all been a part of the cancer eating away at the earth’s beauty. And like any cancer, they needed to be cut out.”
― Find Help
― Find Help
“I should tell you myself: You’re not going to dig up anything I haven’t turned over a thousand times.” Harley felt conflicting emotions: pain at the mention of her sister, gratitude that he still knew her name after all these years.”
― Nowhere Safe
― Nowhere Safe
“he was on a roll. Besides, someone had to protect the land. Someone had to make them pay.”
― Find Help
― Find Help
“I can’t start over, she thought bleakly. I’ve worked too hard to get here. Besides, this is the only thing I know.”
― Nowhere Safe
― Nowhere Safe
“If this gets me killed, Callaway thought, I’m definitely coming back to haunt her.”
― Nowhere Safe
― Nowhere Safe
“the country soon. He could be”
― Next House
― Next House
“splintering”
― Nowhere Safe
― Nowhere Safe
“down at unseeing eyes in a sheet-white face, dark hair tangled like a veil. The deep slashes at the corners of the mouth created the brutal parody of a smile. Gripping its shoulders, he lifted the prepared torso out – severed at the hips, drained of blood, cleansed and ready. He placed it down, memorizing the exact pose in his mind, the scene he needed to recreate, paying homage to a brutal killer whose name nobody had ever known. He positioned the torso. Crossed the arms over the face – with difficulty, because they were cold, and not limp. Rigor mortis was already setting in. Then, he pulled out the other bag, working”
― Final Kill
― Final Kill
“time”
― Next House
― Next House




