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Anni Taylor
Goodreads Author
Born
Sydney, Australia
Member Since
March 2017
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Stranger in the Woods
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2018
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6 editions
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The Game You Played
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2016
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7 editions
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One Last Child (Tallman's Valley Detectives, #1)
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2020
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6 editions
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Birds in Flight
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2023
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4 editions
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The Six
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2017
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4 editions
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Poison Orchids
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2019
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11 editions
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The Lullaby Man (Tallman's Valley Detectives, #2)
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2020
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4 editions
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The Silent Town (Tallman's Valley Detectives #3)
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2021
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4 editions
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The Burning Rooms (Tallman's Valley Detectives Book 4)
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“Sometimes it seemed like I was the one expected to soldier on while everyone else had a licence to fall apart.”
― The Game You Played
― The Game You Played
“For a moment, she thought she was crying too. But then she realised she was just humming.
Finally, she could hear the farm.
A snippet of a song played in her head. One of the songs she always heard blasting over the farm’s loudspeakers. A song about summer days under the sun. She could really hear it. She could feel the warm, sultry air on her skin, and she wasn’t cold anymore.
The air was always yellow at the farm.
Golden yellow.”
― Poison Orchids
Finally, she could hear the farm.
A snippet of a song played in her head. One of the songs she always heard blasting over the farm’s loudspeakers. A song about summer days under the sun. She could really hear it. She could feel the warm, sultry air on her skin, and she wasn’t cold anymore.
The air was always yellow at the farm.
Golden yellow.”
― Poison Orchids
“Sometimes, bad things happen in families and everyone rushes to cover it up. You know how it is. They just keep patching up the broken bucket, so it can keep carrying water.”
― Stranger in the Woods
― Stranger in the Woods
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“She let the petals drop through her fingers. “People romanticise stars. They’re just hot-as-hell suns. Not centaurs. Not twinkling little jewels to wish upon. Just suns.”
― Poison Orchids
― Poison Orchids
“Everything at the party seemed to slide and smudge together. The driving beat of the music, people dancing, and the constantly changing light show of the pool. Body heat, sweat and perfume, and the sweet smell of mangoes saturated the air. Everyone who was wading in the in-ground pool—which stretched from indoors into the outdoors—was being baptised in the intoxicating elixir that was Tate’s farm.”
― Poison Orchids
― Poison Orchids
“For a moment, she thought she was crying too. But then she realised she was just humming.
Finally, she could hear the farm.
A snippet of a song played in her head. One of the songs she always heard blasting over the farm’s loudspeakers. A song about summer days under the sun. She could really hear it. She could feel the warm, sultry air on her skin, and she wasn’t cold anymore.
The air was always yellow at the farm.
Golden yellow.”
― Poison Orchids
Finally, she could hear the farm.
A snippet of a song played in her head. One of the songs she always heard blasting over the farm’s loudspeakers. A song about summer days under the sun. She could really hear it. She could feel the warm, sultry air on her skin, and she wasn’t cold anymore.
The air was always yellow at the farm.
Golden yellow.”
― Poison Orchids
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