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The Gardener only ever killed girls for three reasons. First, they were too old. Secondly, due to any health concerns; too sick, too injured or pregnant.Third, if a girl was incapable of settling into the garden. His son, Avery kills them for fun, and sometimes on accident. Whenever that happened, his father would ban him from the garden for a time, but then he'd be back.

Lorraine, obsessed with the Gardener, who once been one of his butterflies when she was younger, now on her forties, serves him and the girls. Sometimes, she visits those dead girls on display, full of envy, wishing him all to herself.

Inara, here she finally tells the two detectives how she came about to ending up in the garden. Where she was waitressing, the Gardener spotted her, admired her beauty and her butterfly tattoo, "Yes, but like all beautiful creatures, very short-lived".

They call him the Gardener, their captive, who collects young girls, "butterflies", and force them to live in a controlled containment, surrounded by a lushes actual garden. Here, we finally finds out what happens to a "butterfly", when they no longer serves their use. She's displayed in clear resin, with her back nearly against the glass, striped of her identity, arranged, displayed and groomed to his satisfaction.

"It’s a double-edged sword to have the kind of online presence that I do. You’re supposed to be aspirational and human at the same time, and it’s nearly impossible for those to coexist. Sydney manages it, but she also wears her heart on her sleeve like an open wound, absorbing the world’s pain. I have too much pain of my own to bear taking on more."

Now that Brent's gone, it feels like we're a bunch of school kids at a sleepover, staying up late after the parents have gone to bed. I mean, except for the dead body.

A prickle of awareness runs down my spine like someone else is out there in the woods watching me, but that's stupid. The only other person here is Nash. And he's dead.

When the crew first arrived at Reverie, an isolated resort lodge, they were exited and got to work right away, (sunset doesn't wait for anybody), as influencers, ideas for content were limitless. Already, their first photoshoot, there were a few mishaps. After a long day, they relieved the days' stress in the pool. When each returned to their own lodge for the night, alone, the place now seems ominous.

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.