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368 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 4, 2025
❝𝓢𝓱𝓮’𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓼𝓮𝓵. 𝓢𝓱𝓮’𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓸, 𝓼𝓱𝓮’𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓵𝔂.❞
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❝𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮’𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽. 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮’𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵. 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀, 𝓼𝓱𝓮’𝓭 𝓬𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓽.
“𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾,” 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭.
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓵. 𝓣𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭.
𝓐𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓮’𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓰𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓽—𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼.
“𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾.”❞
❝”𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮,” 𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓭. “
𝓐 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼, 𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂.” ❞
❝“𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾,” 𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭.
“𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓥𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮.”
𝓝𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽.
𝓝𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓭.
“𝓘 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝔀𝓪𝔂. 𝓘’𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽’𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘’𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮.”❞

FOR ANYONE WHO LEARNED TO LOVE THEMSELVES THE HARD WAY
"You look nice," he added. "A little murderous, maybe, but pretty."
"You don't want me to see you," he said. "But I see you, Vivienne." No one had ever sounded more confident. No one had ever sounded more doomed. "I see you, and I came for you anyway. I'll always come for you. That's what I've been trying to make you understand. You don't have to do this alone."

She wondered if he’d weep if she told him what she thought of him, right out loud. Sometimes they did. Weep, that is. They begged. They crawled. They foamed at the mouth and writhed on the floor. All she had to do was scream. She was a piteous Medusa, her mouth full of snakes. A cursed siren, her voice full of venom.
Vivienne Farrow wasn’t for loving. She wasn’t warm or sweet or good. Most days, she wasn’t even sure she was human.