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Victorian Psycho by Virginia Feito

"When faced with the inexplicable humans will find ways of explaining most horrors away"

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Intermezzo by Sally Rooney

«Life, after all, has not slipped free of its netting. There is no such life, slipping free: life is itself the netting, holding people in place, making sense of things. It is not possible to tear away the constraints and simply carry on a senseless existence. People, other people, make it impossible. But without other people, there would be no life at all. Judgement, reproval, disappointment, conflict: these are the means by which people remain connected to one another.»

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Great Big Beautiful Life by Emily Henry

"But the problem is, once you love someone, you can’t have it all anymore. Love comes with sacrifice. That’s how it works."

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The Bodyguard by Katherine Center

“I think just because you can't keep something doesn't mean it wasn't worth it. Nothing lasts forever. What matters is what we take with us.”

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The Housemaid by Freida McFadden

“As I shut the door, I notice marks in the wood. Long thin lines running down the length of the door at about the level of my shoulder. I run my fingers over the indentations. They almost seem like… Scratches. Like somebody was scraping at the door.”

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What the River Knows (Secrets of the Nile #1) by Isabel Ibañez

«Tell me,” he said slowly. “What do I have to do to get you to stop asking me questions?” “Answer one of them.” He laughed. “Your curiosity has no sense of decency.»

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The Favorites by Layne Fargo

«People didn’t want Heath and me to be “subtle” or “refined.” They wanted a grand, epic love story. They wanted raw, rip-your-clothes-off passion. They didn’t simply want us to be lovers—they wanted us to be so in love, we’d burn the whole world down to be together.

By truly connecting with each other, we finally connected with the music. It was the best we’d ever skated, and we had the gold medal to prove it.»

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House of Hunger by Alexis Henderson

“I don’t know how you could mistake me for anything more than entirely loyal to you and you only,” said Marion, in a shaking voice, and the tears she’d been fighting back spilled down her cheeks. “Sometimes I feel like I’ve been building you a House out of my own bones. And still, you look at me with so much contempt and mistrust. You complain because there are gaps in the roof of my ribs, and you ask me to give more of myself to fill them. You want my hips to be the bowl you drink from. My shoulders, your bed. My arms, your walls. My legs, the very ground you stand on. You want your fill of my blood whenever you crave it. What more do you want from me?”