Killman Creek (Stillhouse Lake, #2)

by Rachel Caine

When you sleep, you give up the choice to control memory.

My safety has to be found within myself.

You never understand how vulnerable you are in this age of social media until something breaks against you,

It isn’t fair, or right, but it’s dreadfully human, the way we tear each other apart.

But the past never leaves us. It’s in every breath, every cell, every second. I know that now.

Nightmares aren’t frightening once you wake up. Memories are.