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[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.” ???
— 10 hours, 30 min ago
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[SPOILER] “As she crossed the field and neared Candle, she saw a figure waiting for her on the porch. They were sat on the steps with a bundle on their lap, legs spread indecorously, dressed in a heavy brown leather coat.
Jude approached the figure, and they lifted their dark head, revealing glossy, black stone eyes and a slight smile.
“Hello, Judy,” said Nemoira.” oh-
— 1 hour, 9 min ago
Jude approached the figure, and they lifted their dark head, revealing glossy, black stone eyes and a slight smile.
“Hello, Judy,” said Nemoira.” oh-
viiic
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[SPOILER] “as she laid a hand on what felt like her skull, Jude saw the golden band on her finger. She recalled the pictures Phyllis had shown her, the wedding photograph with her grandmother Ruth wearing the ring, and then the ring on Ma’am’s hand. Feeling it heavy on her hand, Jude yanked the ring off her finger and threw it away from her, far into the night.” Thank you for her
— 1 hour, 38 min ago
viiic
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[SPOILER] “She missed Candle. Thirteen, almost fourteen, years she’d lived in that farmhouse, loving its dereliction, adoring the noise and restlessness of its ghosts. The haints were harmless once they were used to her, and Candle, once tamed, was as doting to her as a dog. How would it treat her […] now that she had abused and abandoned it, left it to fester as she grieved? Could a house forgive?” Let’s hope so
— 1 hour, 42 min ago
viiic
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[SPOILER] “You blaming the child for something she ain’t have no part in, Vivian!” […]
“What’s the difference? […] She killed Nessie, over and over and over. Since birth, since conception—I hate her, Philly. […] I know she ain’t the one who deserves my hatred, but I can’t…” Her voice cracked; she sobbed. “Where am I supposed to put it, Philly? The anger? The love? Where’s it s’posed to go?” Yeah, I get it
— 1 hour, 43 min ago
“What’s the difference? […] She killed Nessie, over and over and over. Since birth, since conception—I hate her, Philly. […] I know she ain’t the one who deserves my hatred, but I can’t…” Her voice cracked; she sobbed. “Where am I supposed to put it, Philly? The anger? The love? Where’s it s’posed to go?” Yeah, I get it
viiic
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[SPOILER] “Take her off the pedestal, Vivian. Just this once, […] think about her and how she was. Think of how she beat that girl for anything […] you can’t tell me that’s right.”
[…] “We had it worse. That girl, she don’t know nothing about it, not even the first clue—we had it worse and we didn’t—we wouldn't think to do something like that […]
“Maybe that’s on us then,” said Phyllis.” Yup.
— 1 hour, 47 min ago
[…] “We had it worse. That girl, she don’t know nothing about it, not even the first clue—we had it worse and we didn’t—we wouldn't think to do something like that […]
“Maybe that’s on us then,” said Phyllis.” Yup.
viiic
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[SPOILER] “I won’t have her stay here,” said Vivian […]
“It is her mother’s house, Vivian. No matter what she did […]”
"God, you actin’ like she told a lie or skipped town. She killed our sister, Phyllis! […]
“Maybe she…” And the words froze in Phyllis’s throat […]
“Maybe she what, Phyllis?”
[…] “Maybe she deserved it.” That’s maybe going a bit far, but Judith did defend herself in the only way she was taught
— 1 hour, 51 min ago
“It is her mother’s house, Vivian. No matter what she did […]”
"God, you actin’ like she told a lie or skipped town. She killed our sister, Phyllis! […]
“Maybe she…” And the words froze in Phyllis’s throat […]
“Maybe she what, Phyllis?”
[…] “Maybe she deserved it.” That’s maybe going a bit far, but Judith did defend herself in the only way she was taught
viiic
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[SPOILER] “The television flicked on and off at its leisure, stretches of silence and near sleep broken by earsplitting screams and lascivious moans. Their father’s voice boomed from other rooms […] Ernestine’s clothes began their march. […]
the television roared, […] a single name repeated—Judith, Judith, Judith.” I would’ve left the house the first time that fucking TV starting acting up
— 3 hours, 23 min ago
the television roared, […] a single name repeated—Judith, Judith, Judith.” I would’ve left the house the first time that fucking TV starting acting up
viiic
is on page 174 of 240
[SPOILER] “Vivian saw that the TV was on the fritz again, the signal roaming from Phyllis's preferred wholesome programming to scenes out of horror movies, near-naked women splashed with blood scrambling from chain saws, a little girl rotating her head like an owl, spewing pea soup. Vivian […] checked that the TV was unplugged (it was)” Well that’s not worrying at all
— 3 hours, 41 min ago
viiic
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[SPOILER] “Judith brought her rocks and stickers, any little thing to appeal to her coldest aunt, and despite the innocence in the girl’s face, the open desperation, all Vivian saw was Daddy slipping his ring off Momma’s cold hand and putting it onto Nessie’s warm one.” Holy fuck
— 3 hours, 49 min ago
viiic
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[SPOILER] “it was Daddy who took the baby, a girl, and named her Judith.
Vivian couldn’t love her niece—her sister. How could she, knowing what she knew, seeing how Ernestine had labored to bring the cursed child into the world? Phyllis might have thought there was no such thing as bad seed, but Judith was conceived in evil, born in evil.” I understand why they hated Jude, now (though it was never her fault)
— 3 hours, 51 min ago
Vivian couldn’t love her niece—her sister. How could she, knowing what she knew, seeing how Ernestine had labored to bring the cursed child into the world? Phyllis might have thought there was no such thing as bad seed, but Judith was conceived in evil, born in evil.” I understand why they hated Jude, now (though it was never her fault)
