“His name is Julian Janus Marquet, but I’m going to call him Jory.” Both Chris and Paul heard my thin whisper. I… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“I had heard the wind from the mountains calling me last night, telling me it was my time to go, and I… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“I jumped then. It seemed I heard a child laugh. My imagination, of course. And then, when I should have known better,… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“While I thought my vengeful thoughts and made my plans to ruin her life when I could, Chris was tenderly kissing me.… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“Please, God, you can’t do this to me, or to Chris! There’s not a better man alive than Chris . . .… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“Dear Mrs. Winslow, How well I remember the summer of your honeymoon. It was a wonderful summer, so refreshingly pleasant in the… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“There’s a garden in the sky, waiting there for me. It’s a garden that Chris and I imagined years ago, while we… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“Some toy you give,” he said, gritty-voiced, and now the two tears in the corners of his eyes began to slide down… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“You look . . . so divine,” I said in a tight voice. “I see candy in your eyes and the crown… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“I stayed to spy on them. I heard my mother moaning, and crying out for Chris. Then she surprised me. “Momma, where… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“Pragmatic, blithe, the eternal, cockeyed optimist, Chris sings when he works in the gardens. When he shaves in the mornings he hums… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“My heart jumped. “Yes. Yes I do. Chris, go on to the Mayo Clinic without me. I’ll make out fine, and I… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“No. I wasn’t there. I was back in Gladstone, Pennsylvania, and I was twelve years old. Two state troopers were in the… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“He caught my hand and drew me closer to his side. “Well, should I begin to list them one by one, and… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“So, the dreams of perfection, of fame, of fortune, of undying, ever-abiding love without one single flaw, like the toys and games… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“Oh, it was wicked of me to make him the troublesome thing I was. He should stay always what he was, the happy-go-lucky cheerful… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“I sighed, he sighed, the wind and flowers sighed too. I think those marble statues sighed along as well, in their lack of understanding… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“We are perfect children. Mentally, physically, emotionally, we are wholesome, and godly in every way possible. We have as much right to live, love,… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“Death can be a good friend to those in extreme pain. I wondered how he held on so long...” — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“Cathy, don't look so defeated. She was only trying to put us down again. Maybe nothing did work out right for her, but that… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“His blue eyes gazed down into mine. Eyes so much alike. I loved him as I loved the better side of myself, the brighter,… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“We all have to love you, and believe in you, and think you are looking out for our best interests. But look at us,… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“What if I am a curse?" "Then you're the prettiest and nicest curse I know.” — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“There were shadows in the corners and whispers on the stairs and time was irrelevant as honesty.” — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“Y, sin embargo, me sentia irritada cada vez que alguien venia a preguntar como habia muerto y a decir que era una lastima que… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“Cathy—look at me! Don’t turn your head and pretend you don’t know what I’m doing, what I’m saying! Look and see the torment you’ve… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
