Myra

“Foxworth Hall had been turned into a tomb.”
― V.C. Andrews, Garden of Shadows

“I grieved. I grieved for the loss of my Mal. I grieved for the bright happy summer where all my children had been around me, joyous.”
― V.C. Andrews, Garden of Shadows

“We will leave your curses at the door.”
― V.C. Andrews, Garden of Shadows

“Once again my life was painted grey. As it and been before I came to Foxworth Hall. As I had feared it always would be. But I no longer feared grey. I had become one with it. It was the only colour I wore, it was the colour of my hair, the colour of my eyes, the colour of my hopes. The colour of my life.”
― V.C. Andrews, Garden of Shadows