“The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.”
― Rebecca
― Rebecca
“A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.”
― Little Bee
― Little Bee
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