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368 pages, Hardcover
First published March 4, 2025
FOR ANYONE WHO LEARNED TO LOVE THEMSELVES THE HARD WAY
"You look nice," he added. "A little murderous, maybe, but pretty."
"You don't want me to see you," he said. "But I see you, Vivienne." No one had ever sounded more confident. No one had ever sounded more doomed. "I see you, and I came for you anyway. I'll always come for you. That's what I've been trying to make you understand. You don't have to do this alone."
She wondered if he’d weep if she told him what she thought of him, right out loud. Sometimes they did. Weep, that is. They begged. They crawled. They foamed at the mouth and writhed on the floor. All she had to do was scream. She was a piteous Medusa, her mouth full of snakes. A cursed siren, her voice full of venom.
Vivienne Farrow wasn’t for loving. She wasn’t warm or sweet or good. Most days, she wasn’t even sure she was human.