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*Spoilers for Rebecca* "The woman buried in the crypt is not Rebecca. It's the body of some unknown woman, unclaimed, belonging nowhere. There never was an accident. Rebecca was not drowned at all. I killed her. I shot Rebecca in the cottage in the cove. I carried her body to the cabin, and took the boat out that night and sunk it there, where they found it today. It's Rebecca who's lying dead there on the cabin floor. Will you look into my eyes and tell me that you love me now?"

Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca (Maxim de Winter)

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"Don't touch me. Don't fucking touch me." "Shush-a-shush, my darling. Shush. Shhh. Here we are. We're fine. I've got you, love." "Oh my God, you're so cold. He's so cold." "He's dead, sweetheart. It's me in here. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." "How could you? How could you?" "Please touch me. I'll die." "I love you . . . I love you, I love you, I've missed you so much. Please be real." "I'm real–we're real . . ." "Oh, God, Ianthe," said Crown, and her voice changed a little. "This is sick. Look at him. I hate you." "No, you don't. You always say that. Don't cry, honey . . . you can't cry if I can't cry with you. It's not fair. I can't cry at the moment unless I do the tear ducts manually. Look at you . . . more beautiful than ever, even with crappy jewellery and a million split ends. Studs, darling? Earrings on a diet?" Crown was hiccupping, sobbing, laughing all at once: "Don't do that. Don't say what Babs would say." "You know I always said what Babs would say, except when Babs said what I would. We kept you honest. Come here, my heart's love," said the voice, and Crown's sobs were suddenly muffled, then quieted, then silenced altogether.

Nona the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir