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Most psychopaths can compartmentalize, and that’s exactly what Sarah is. It’s why she was able to stab Kelly thirty-seven times and then show up for work the next day like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. She and I are alike in that sense.

"My wife only has two forms of aggression—passive and completely and utterly destructive. I guess I should feel lucky that she’s chosen to use the former since she can’t stop reminding me of that. Her reflection in the microwave mounted above the stovetop is a warped version of the woman I know. Maybe it’s who she’s always been, but I just can’t believe that. "

"I hesitate for a moment, my eyes locking on her. They say there’s no difference between a scorned woman and the devil himself, and I believe it—because I can’t tell which one I’m looking at. "

His body was still in the exact same position in the middle of the clearing, but the sun had shifted and the handle of the axe cast a shadow like a sundial.

It was difficult to have two conversations. One with the living. One with the dead.

But this is a ghost story. A ghost is someone caught in a loop, doomed to repeat the same actions over and over again. So who’s the real ghost here? Who’s haunting who? Through it all, I still believe—need to believe—he is finally, finally turning a corner, even though I know that Silas is long gone now. He’s no longer the Silas we all knew. What’s left of our friend is nothing more than a shadow of his former self.

It's so easy to get lost there, out by the abandoned orchards that never seem to bear fruit, where something stalks in the shadows.

It's a perfect Southern fall: the final remnants of summer heat that won't let go mixed with changing leaves. And above them shine the crystalline sky that only happens in autumn.

The book is so easy to get into, super fast-paced. House wife gets lonely being cooped up at home with their newborn Evie. Just learned that Cloe with new staying over.

Halfway there, listening to this on audio right now while cleaning around the house. It's funny, thoughtful, and just throughly entertaining.

The way the oak trees have formed a giant archway over the Bluff, their limbs getting mangled together in time like the lacing together of arthritic fingers. But it is amazing how completely a place changes in the dark: Roads that you’ve lived on your entire adult life look different, like instead of stepping onto smooth pavement, you’re walking straight into the murky river itself. You start to notice light poles th

Not the dog! I could not expect a worse way to Chipotle demise. Poor pup.

"Baby, truth is, on his best day, he was never gonna be good enough for YOU.."

"Look. A man doesn't go all in with a women, it's for a reason. Maybe he's looking for something better. Maybe he's just comfortable with his place in your world and doesn't want to make a place for you in his..."

I'm not sure I enjoy reading political drama.

Behind every successful man is a ruthless wife who made it all happen, or so they say.

"She looked down at the lake, which in the dark looked like nothing, just blackness, a great void spreading beneath her. It will be all right, she told herself, and she stepped out of the boat into the water. "

The grandfather clock stopped at 3 minutes past eight, which seems strange, I thought we heard the bells at midnight.

"When you realize you can tell someone your truth when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is"your safe with me"- that's intimacy. "

"It isn't the dark you should be afraid of, the girl thought, it's the monsters who step out into the light that you need to fear"

Certainly did not expected a cat's POV, so cute. Olivia's always been proud to be a cat until now because she can't help Laura escape from her abductor. No one can understand her except Laura herself.

"Telling his mother to back off was the equivalent of looking at the sky and discussing the weather. The exchange was frequently unsatisfying and ultimately futile" LOL

"She had been six. Her mother taken her swimming at the beach. She remembered the dark, damp sand between her toes, the slap of cold water. Watching the waves come and go, making the sand look slick as glass as the water receded..."