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[SPOILER] “One day, […] Jude looked up […] and saw Nemoira, plain as day, walking out of the woods […] she trotted up to Jude smiling, all teeth and flashing eyes.
[…] “Hi, Judy!”
Jude didn’t mean to punch Nemoira, but […] Wrath subsumed her, reddened her vision, her months of worry and prayer and terror building, building, and when Jude returned to her body, to her senses, Nemoira was sprawled out on the ground” Oh-

[SPOILER] “Two months, and Jude could no longer delude herself. No one was listening to her prayers, not God or the haints or even her wicked mother, who Jude, in her most desperate hour, had pleaded to for help.
She was gone, Nemoira was gone and missing or dead.” Oh no 😭

[SPOILER] “Jude dreamed that Ma’am shoved her […] hand down her throat in search of her ruined eye. […] She rummaged through Jude’s belly […] but there was nothing there […]
Jude startled awake, threw herself over the side of the bed, and vomited. […] Porcelain angels with cracked faces and wings askew floated in her dinner and digestive bile, but no eye.” What the fuck

[SPOILER] “she leaned against the wall and put a hand to her heart. In the past, Jude would ogle a woman, envious and covetous of her dexterous hands and thighs, the roiling sway of her hips, but she was good, then, at […] convincing herself that her interest was solely aesthetic. No such luck out here in the wilds. Hungry thoughts of Nemoira’s legs and breasts […] made her slaver, shiver.” Interesting 👀

[SPOILER] “It can’t last, this sick and all-consuming fascination. It gnaws at the beast’s bones, drinks its blood. What irony! The devourer, devoured.
Unaccustomed to and dissatisfied with being anything’s prey, the beast sheds its fur and rises to two feet.” Ooooh the woman is actually the beast

[SPOILER] “she changed, and more and more, Jude craved the taste of salt and of kaolin, that bitter white clay her mother and aunts used to soothe stomach pains. By day, she overseasoned her food, took spoonful after spoonful of cornstarch. At night, however, Jude walked into the forest and ate her fill of dirt. Mud in her mouth, mud down her throat—she-beast, she-thing, she savored the crunch of beetles, ants.” ???

[SPOILER] Two winters into her stay in the woods, the beast returned. It came in the night, crept slowly through her door, up the stairs, and into her bedroom. […]
It’s just a dream, she told herself. Just a bad dream, and if I can’t see it, it can’t be real.” Delulu is the solulu

“We can see if someone at Tabernacle knows how to tend a body, if they can fix her face—”
[…] “No, no, we do this ourselves. […] I can’t… Phyllis, I won’t let nobody see her like this.”
“[…] Vivian, please. What we know about cleaning a body?” I would also advise against doing it yourself, I don’t know much about tending to corpses but I don’t think that’s something you can just improvise ;-;

“when he died, all he wanted was to be […] buried on the land where he was born […] As for his daughters, all of them but namely Ernestine, they would be buried alongside him. […] He would not let [Ernestine] go […] unless she agreed.
[…] “We don’t have to bury her there, do we?”
“It’s what Daddy wanted […] And Nessie […] agreed to it.”
“Only ‘cause he made her!” Yeah, it doesn’t seem like she actually wanted that

[TW: Vomit] “Vomit poured awkwardly from her broken mouth, caught itself in the grooves of her lips, and splattered onto her robe, the floor. Reeling, Ma’am backed away from the pot, slipped in the mess of blood and vomit” Oh great, vomit was the only thing that was missing in terms of body fluids