The Butterfly Garden (The Collector, #1)

by Dot Hutchison

“It’s just a name.” “Not if it’s yours.”

Even the taxidermists thought she was creepy, and you have to be really fucking bad to win that award.

“Some people stay broken. Some pick up the pieces and put them back together with all the sharp edges showing.”

“You’re between me and food. Apologize for that, if you like, and get out of my way.”

Bliss said Lorraine had stayed at breakfast, asking questions. “Yes,” I answered slowly. “I think you will.” “It’ll come up positive, won’t it?” “I think so.” She closed her eyes, one hand pulling away the sweat-damp hair from her forehead. “I should have realized sooner. I saw both my mom and my oldest sister go through pregnancies and they were sick for two months solid.” “Want me to pee on the stick for you?” “What the hell is wrong with us that that is a declaration of love and friendship?”

There was Zara the Bitch, and when Bliss names you that, you know you’re an unholy terror.