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“It's hard to escape the memory of someone who has become perfect through the very act of remembering them.”
― The Lake of Lost Girls
― The Lake of Lost Girls
“The problem was that in the excitement to hash out every detail, everyone seemed to forget that there were real people impacted by it. These people were far removed from the events they were obsessing over. For them, it was like an online game of Clue.”
― The Lake of Lost Girls
― The Lake of Lost Girls
“Because as a woman, simply existing made you vulnerable.”
― The Lake of Lost Girls
― The Lake of Lost Girls
“Childhood trauma, table for one, please.”
― The Lake of Lost Girls
― The Lake of Lost Girls
“Had I been purposefully blind to the reality of the people around me? When I thought about it, really thought about it, that picture perfect childhood I was so sure about, was anything but. My life had been constricted and restrained. I grew up feeling both smothered and an afterthought.”
― The Lake of Lost Girls
― The Lake of Lost Girls
“The Hickory Man was meant to remain in the trees. The town worked hard to keep him there. People tried to protect the streets, their homes, their children, from his ever present evil.
Only now, someone had burned his likeness in the square. The scorched earth served as a beacon, welcoming him in.”
― The Woods are Waiting
Only now, someone had burned his likeness in the square. The scorched earth served as a beacon, welcoming him in.”
― The Woods are Waiting
“Growing up, I'd been used to the missing posters dotting walls and park benches. They were the constant reminder of Blue Cliff's dirty, awful truth. The "lost" children.”
― The Woods are Waiting
― The Woods are Waiting
“Don’t you dare put your hands on me, Ryan. I am not the sort of woman who will stand for your bullshit,” she threatened.”
― The Lake of Lost Girls
― The Lake of Lost Girls
“He was observant. And empathic. He was good at making me feel special. A nasty voice in the back of my mind warned that it was all an act, but I hoped that my common sense was right and that he was as honest as he came across.”
― The Lake of Lost Girls
― The Lake of Lost Girls
“He simply let the dark truth dangle between us, not acknowledging it. How could he act like everything was the same, when it clearly wasn’t?”
― The Lake of Lost Girls
― The Lake of Lost Girls
“But one thing was painfully clear—my dad was the worst kind of man. A person who could betray his wife and lie to his family. A man who preyed on young women.”
― The Lake of Lost Girls
― The Lake of Lost Girls
“I was sick and tired of my actions being dictated by selfish men. Every bad thing in my life had to do with their wants and desires consuming me.”
― The Lake of Lost Girls
― The Lake of Lost Girls
“People are willfully blind if it’s something they don’t want to believe.”
― The Lake of Lost Girls
― The Lake of Lost Girls
“were exactly what I needed to hear. It felt like someone was finally seeing me for the first time in my life. Seeing me as more than Jess’s little sister. As more than the last person to see a missing woman.”
― The Lake of Lost Girls
― The Lake of Lost Girls
“Before life led you down ugly paths and the people you loved twisted into someone unrecognizable.”
― The Lake of Lost Girls
― The Lake of Lost Girls
“Keep silver in your pockets,
Walk with dirt in your shoes,
Or he'll poke your eyeballs from their sockets,
And boil your bones in stew.
Stay away from the hickories,
Stay away from the trees,
Don't sing, don't shout, don't run about,
Or he'll never let you leave.
Watch out for his rough fingers,
His eyes as red as blood,
Whisper a prayer, you'll need them there,
As he pulls you into the mud.”
― The Woods are Waiting
Walk with dirt in your shoes,
Or he'll poke your eyeballs from their sockets,
And boil your bones in stew.
Stay away from the hickories,
Stay away from the trees,
Don't sing, don't shout, don't run about,
Or he'll never let you leave.
Watch out for his rough fingers,
His eyes as red as blood,
Whisper a prayer, you'll need them there,
As he pulls you into the mud.”
― The Woods are Waiting
“Which smells like good old-fashioned police incompetence to me, Stella.”
― The Lake of Lost Girls
― The Lake of Lost Girls
“That we could close that ugly chapter instead of constantly waiting for her to walk back through the door as if nothing had happened.”
― The Lake of Lost Girls
― The Lake of Lost Girls
“It seemed like Mt. Randall had an overabundance of creeps perving on young women, my father being one of them.”
― The Lake of Lost Girls
― The Lake of Lost Girls




