Echo

“It’s the ones you cut deep, the ones that are ragged, the ones you make over others that are still healing: those stay forever.”
― Sophie Lark, There Is No Devil

“not all of us were drawn to Prince Charming. Some little girls ate up the stories of ball gowns and castles and knights who slayed the dragon . . . While some little girls read the stories of a dark pathway into the woods . . . a twisted mansion with black windows and fog covering the grounds . . . That’s where we wanted to go. No matter what we might find inside . . .”
― Sophie Lark, There Are No Saints

“I will love you, Grace, till the sun grows cold and the stars are old,” I murmur against her skin. Grace lets out a startled cry as she stares at me with eyes that are suddenly filled with tears, shock coloring her features. For a second, my stomach starts to sink—I was right. It was too much, too soon. But then she reaches up and cups my face in her trembling hands. And whispers, “I remember. Oh my God, Hudson. I remember everything.” But wait—there’s more!”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“She’s out of her fucking mind, and so am I. Our madness aligns in all the right ways.”
― Sophie Lark, There Is No Devil