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    Lisa  Regan
    “Fear was a fist in her chest, squeezing her heart into her throat.”
    Lisa Regan, Vanishing Girls

  • #2
    Lisa  Regan
    “Fear wrapped its calloused fingers around her heart, squeezing hard.”
    Lisa Regan, Her Mother's Grave

  • #3
    Lisa  Regan
    “Many rapes went unreported because it was just too difficult for the victims to tell their stories over and over”
    Lisa Regan, Finding Claire Fletcher

  • #4
    Lisa  Regan
    “It’s not so much the press as the unthinking masses who take everything they read to heart.”
    Lisa Regan, Finding Claire Fletcher

  • #5
    Lisa  Regan
    “In the nowhere place between sleeping and waking, it was easy to imagine”
    Lisa Regan, Finding Claire Fletcher

  • #6
    Lisa  Regan
    “Sometimes family hurt you far worse than any depraved stranger.”
    Lisa Regan, Finding Claire Fletcher

  • #7
    Lisa  Regan
    “She saw him go, like the coil inside a lightbulb fades; the flicker of life in his eyes dimmed until there was nothing left but empty glass orbs.”
    Lisa Regan, The Girl With No Name

  • #8
    Lisa  Regan
    “attention. Billy lit his second cigarette from the end of his first one and flicked the butt to the ground as Linc heaved himself off his bike. Billy felt the heat of his gaze. Then heard his gravelly voice. “You’re that hang-around, aren’t you? The one’s been sittin’ at the bar lately.” “Yeah,” Billy answered, “I—” but his words were swallowed up by sounds his brain couldn’t quite process right away. A rush of air, a squeal of tires, the screech of metal against metal, and the howl of”
    Lisa Regan, Her Final Confession

  • #9
    Lisa  Regan
    “She imagined herself as a fire, starting out slow and growing until she lit up the whole room. When he opened the door she would burst—an explosion of grief, hate, and anger.”
    Lisa Regan, Vanishing Girls

  • #10
    Lisa  Regan
    “He picked up the knife, flipped it open, and used the tip of it beneath my chin to hold my head up. I looked into his eyes. Wild eyes. Green and brown. I’d seen them before.”
    Lisa Regan, Aberration



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