House of Hollow

I am the thing in the dark.

That’s a pretty heavy burden to bear, being everything for someone.

Why are you so beautiful, do you think? So hungry? So able to bend the wills of those around you? You are like the death flowers that grow rampant in your wake: lovely to look at, intoxicating even, but get too close and you will soon learn that there is something rank beneath. That’s what beauty often is, in nature. A warning. A disguise.

Some people go missing because they want to; some go missing because they’re taken. And then there are the others—those who go missing because they fall through a gap somewhere and can’t claw their way back.

My sisters. My blood. My skin. What a gruesome bond we shared.

Nothing in her life had ever been neat or ordered. She slammed through the world, a tornado in the form of a girl, and left a trail of destruction behind her.

What you don’t understand,” she said to me once when I told her how dangerous it was, “is that I am the thing in the dark.

Both of my sisters were the great loves of my life. I couldn’t live without them. I didn’t want to.

Your life would be happier if you didn’t know.” “Knowledge is power.” “And ignorance is bliss.

I got you out," Grey said fiercely. "I gave you the life I promised you I would give you. I have no regrets. I want you to know that. I would do everything I did again, one hundred times over. When you are ready to talk to me, I will be waiting for you, because I am your sister. In this life, and in the last.

Grey was lightning, Vivi was thunder and I was the sea in the tempest.

We were sisters. We felt each other’s pain. We caused each other’s pain. We knew the smell of each other’s morning breath. We made each other cry. We made each other laugh. We got angry, pinched, kicked, screamed at each other. We kissed, on the forehead, nose on nose, butterfly eyelashes swept against cheeks. We wore each other’s clothes. We stole from each other, treasured objects hidden under pillows. We defended each other. We lied to each other. We pretended to be older people, other people. We played dress up. We spied on each other. We possessed each other like shiny things. We loved each other with potent, fervent fury. Animal fury. Monstrous fury.

I'd realized there were scarier things in the world than the monsters that lived in my nightmares.

Because you're dead and the dead are always starving... You're dead. Food can never sate your hunger, can never fill the emptiness inside you.

She moved through the world like no other woman I knew.

This seemed like such a good and noble idea ten minutes ago,” Tyler said. “I forgot that I’m not a good or noble person.

My heart beat in time with hers. The three of us, with the exact same rhythm in our chests. When one was scared, the hearts of the others knocked. If you cut us open and peeled back the skin, I was sure you’d find something strange: one organ shared, somehow, between three girls.

I'm a girl made of bread crumbs, lost alone in the woods.

P.S. Regarding the knife, as Jon and Arya said: Stick ’em with the pointy end.

as a child I was obsessed with mysteries - probabily because I was one.

We all knew the impact of our beauty and we all dealt with it in different ways.

She would bewitch everyone to make her lie the truth

What do you do when someone you love is missing? When all the looking you can do is done, what do you do in the long hours that linger ahead of you, heavy with absence and worry?

You are like the death flowers that grow rampant in your wake: lovely to look at, intoxicating even, but get too close and you will soon learn that there is something rank beneath. That’s what beauty often is, in nature. A warning. A disguise. Do you understand?

There are things in every family that are not talked about. Stories you know without really knowing how you know them, tales of terrible things that cast long shadows over generations. Adelaide Fairlight’s three stillborn babies was one of those stories.

That's what beauty often is, in nature. A warning. A disguise.

Of course I remember. I remember everything. You just wouldn't believe me if I told you.

seemed unfair that Grey got to live and Tyler had to die and everyone just accepted that’s that the way it was—but maybe it didn’t have to be.

didn’t follow my sister. I was my sister. I breathed when she breathed. I blinked when she blinked. I felt pain when she felt pain. If Grey was going to jump off a bridge, I was going to be there with her, holding her hand.

Why did someone who was supposed to love me look at me like that?