DOLLY

“One day,’ I whisper – so faintly it could be a private prayer – ‘Drusilla will marry a rich man, a very rich man. He will own steeds made of velvet and thoughts carved of marble”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“anger lidding her eyes and thinning her mouth. She is looking positively miserable these days. The lines on her sallow forehead seem to be mating to beget more lines. Her chin sags like a turkey’s wattle.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“To this day I can’t help wondering what it is like, fear. Coursing through your blood like poison, eating away at your hopes, your ambitions, your self. I think it has to be the worst thing in the world.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“My boots land in mud with the squelch of viscera squeezed in a fist.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho