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⁀➴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʏᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀʏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ omg stop I love this book so much.
This has everything I love in a book, mystery, secrecy, plot twists, sapphic, isolated from society, eerie, gory, necromancy, walking dead, generational cemetery and house, the atmosphere was just top-tier🤌
⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩𝘴. 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦, 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘌𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘌𝘷𝘪𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘌𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯. 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘌𝘷𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦.
I adore these characters soooo much!!
I thought Wren and Thea were creepy at the beginning, but when I found out why, they were just looking out for Evie 😭🫶
Evie is possibly my favorite character, she was so brave with everything going on, even if she blamed herself, she kept looking out for her sisters and Marin.🥹🫶
I love Marin sooo much!! She never judged Evie or got scared away because of her. Did she feel hurt by Evie's secrecy? Yes, as one does. But she also understood why. And I also related so much to her constant paranoia, I also need to stop thinking the world is out to get me 😔✋️
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚.
ᯓ★ 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦-𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 -𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘴-𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴.
-𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨'
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