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“If all went to plan, this was the last night Jean would see the sun set from this doorway. She stayed on her step and shivered with cold as the light went pink, and orange, and red as a sailor's delight.”
— Aug 23, 2026 08:43PM
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Carrington Curphy
is on page 290 of 352
“They killed a man for a sealskin. A bright flash of anger exploded in Jean…
Jean hadn't let Muirin even try to explain, and a wave of the shame washed over her, her stomach sinking. She was the one who had done the inexcusable, had botched this as badly as Laurie had his own situation after learning whatever'd set him running from Dal, and what had Jean said about that?“
— Aug 23, 2026 08:45PM
Jean hadn't let Muirin even try to explain, and a wave of the shame washed over her, her stomach sinking. She was the one who had done the inexcusable, had botched this as badly as Laurie had his own situation after learning whatever'd set him running from Dal, and what had Jean said about that?“
Carrington Curphy
is on page 243 of 352
“Jo set a hand over her belly with a shy smile Jean recognized. She was the first one being let in on a secret, the sort you told your dearest friend before any other.“
— Aug 23, 2026 08:31PM
Carrington Curphy
is on page 232 of 352
Honey. Steam. A low, rough laugh in the dark.
— Aug 23, 2026 08:29PM
Carrington Curphy
is on page 214 of 352
Tobias feels like a Disney villain but like the ones who are ACTUALLY dark and cold-blooded. He will know no ends to maintaining the fairy tale wife & life. Kidnapping Muirin, holding her up in house, stalking Jean…
— Aug 23, 2026 08:19PM
Carrington Curphy
is on page 166 of 352
“There's a little vixen been snifing around my henhouse.”
“Never come near my daughter again, you filthy little witch!”
— Aug 23, 2026 08:04PM
“Never come near my daughter again, you filthy little witch!”
Carrington Curphy
is on page 112 of 352
“It seemed that in just those few short days with Muirin, she’d grown used to company, used to seeing another shawl hung on the hooks behind the door alongside her own when she went to put it on. Used to setting out more than one cup for tea. Used to talking…
The quiet echoed in the marrow of her bones.”
— Aug 23, 2026 01:47PM
The quiet echoed in the marrow of her bones.”

