pae (marginhermit)

“I’ve hope to live, and am prepared to die.”
― M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains

“Alas, the sea hath cast me on the rock, Wash’d me from shore to shore, and left me breath Nothing to think on but ensuing death. What I have been I have forgot to know; But what I am, want teaches me to think on: A man throng’d up with cold: my veins are chill, And have no more of life than may suffice To give my tongue that heat to ask your help; Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead, For that I am a man, pray see me burièd.”
― M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains

“Whatever we did—or, more crucially, did not do—it seemed that so long as we did it together, our individual sins might be abated. There is no comfort like complicity.”
― M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains

“Yes,” says Dido, her gaze resolutely on her computer screen. “OK. And by the way”—she looks up suddenly—“I’ve read every single Agatha Christie novel ever published. Twice. So I might even be quite useful.”
― Lisa Jewell, The Family Upstairs