The Butterfly Garden (The Collector, #1)

by Dot Hutchison

Beauty loses its meaning when you’re surrounded by too much of it.

“My secrets are old friends; I would feel like a poor friend if I abandoned them now.”

The trouble with sociopaths, really, is that you never know where they draw their boundaries.

Yet if hope has flown away in a night, or in a day, or in none, is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Three butterflies for a broken girl: one for personality, one for possession, and one for pettiness.

But each time I saw it, I knew I was in the presence of something extraordinary, something that not everyone found or was capable of recognizing and sustaining.