Back in the 1800's, Ormsby Island was one of South Carolina's crown jewels. The island was owned by Maxwell Ormsby, a very wealthy man who liked to entertain everyone from heads of state to artists and authors and anyone who knew how to make money in business. An invitation to the island was a declaration that you were someone on the move. Once a year, Ormsby opened the island up to the public and hosted a huge fair. It was the social event of the year in these parts. My family still talks about the days when my great grandmother would take the family out to enjoy the festivities. It must have been some party. . Hunter Shea
The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.
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Neil Gaiman
You fuck - you ate my cat!
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Kendare Blake
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Jerry A. Coyne
The ORDINARY RESPONSE TO ATROCITIES is to banish them from consciousness. Certain violations of the social compact are too terrible to utter aloud: this is the meaning of the word unspeakable. Atrocities, however, refuse to be buried. Equally as powerful as the desire to deny...
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Judith Lewis Herman
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James Van Praagh
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As she walked to the stairway, he pulled her back with a light tug on her shoulder. "They're responding to you now." Turning to face him, she said, "Responding to me? What did I say?" " The hallway was full of them. When you said...
Buried and burned. Never find them. Never. Buried and buried.
It's this place. Whatever darkness came to the island, it's here to stay. Stick around long enough and it gets inside your skin, into your cells, like an infection.
Jessica's hand flew to her mouth. If she had any doubt, the next entry settled it. She read on, cool beads of sweat trickling down the back of her neck, hardly daring to breathe as the black heart of Ormsby Island came closer and closer...
The stinging slap against her cheek whipped her head sideways. Her hand reflexively went to her burning face. " I told you no, " Tobe said, barely above a whisper. Daphne had no words. He'd never so much as hinted at touching her in anger...
