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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-
— 2 hours, 59 min ago
[…] “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-
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viiic
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[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
— 13 minutes 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
— 22 minutes 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)
— 23 minutes 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)
viiic
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[SPOILER] “somewhere between the shifting of furniture […] and planting gardenias, Daddy planted another seed in Ernestine.
[…] Vivian couldn’t miss the sounds, the squeaking […] the knowledge that she was most likely sleeping peacefully in the room she shared with Phyllis while her father was smothering Nessie, forcing another damned baby on her, haunted Vivian through the years.” Holy fucking hell
— 28 minutes ago
[…] Vivian couldn’t miss the sounds, the squeaking […] the knowledge that she was most likely sleeping peacefully in the room she shared with Phyllis while her father was smothering Nessie, forcing another damned baby on her, haunted Vivian through the years.” Holy fucking hell
viiic
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[SPOILER] “Just a little longer now,” she’d said. The thing—she hadn’t wanted to call it a baby, didn’t want it to settle in her brain as a brother or a nephew or whatever—was blue, hadn’t even drawn a single breath.” Oh is that why Ernestine hated her child? Because she was born after her father raped her? Again?
— 32 minutes ago
viiic
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[SPOILER] “Is it his?” Vivian had whispered. The stifled, muffled weeping of her older sister was the only response she needed.” Oh god, her father’s?
— 34 minutes ago
viiic
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[SPOILER] “Jude seared thick slices of Nemoira’s liver in her congealed fat, sprinkled her lover with salt and pepper” What in hell am I reading
— 45 minutes ago
viiic
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[SPOILER] “ She regarded the stretch of bear skin, the familiar fur that she had buried her nose in and toyed with as if Nemoira were only an oversize dog, and decided she’d sleep under it.” Excuse me?
— 47 minutes ago
viiic
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[SPOILER] “Mouth pouring blood, Jude regained herself and tried once more for the stairs. […] Nemoira threw Jude onto her back by her shoulders, Jude staring up and out to freedom and to safety as Nemoira straddled her hips and wrapped her hands around Jude’s neck. […] She flailed, sick twinge of arousal uncoiling in her belly even as Nemoira's grip tightened.” THIS IS NOT THE MOMENT
— 54 minutes ago
viiic
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[SPOILER + TW: Very graphic descriptions of human remains] “Jude drew open the first drawer, and saw within it Nemoira’s collection. […] Jude found flesh: clumps and bundles of stringy hair, coiled hair, an entire skullcap upended like a bowl to hold loose rings, earring backs. Dried tongues lolled on breasts, buttocks, an orgy of genitalia in brown and purple and blushing pink.” Holy fuck
— 1 hour, 14 min ago
