Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part Three (King, #7)

by T.M. Frazier

There’s the type of evil that dwells deep within men’s souls, the kind that makes them do cruel things because they’re driven to do so by the demons whispering inside them.

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. The way back will be paved with blood.

“We got our own way of handling things ‘round here. You’re in the dirty south now.”

“Dre, when I look at you, when I touch you. I love you so much it fucking HURTS,”

“Wrinkles and sags are worthless repairs if they are set on top of broken bones.”

I promise that I’m yours and yours alone. Body and whatever’s left of this tattered soul.”