I've lived here ... my whole life. It's where I lost all my baby teeth. Where tiny hamster, gerbil, and bird skeletons lie in rotted-out cardboard coffins beneath the oak tree in our backyard. Also where, if some future archaeologist… — Jennifer McMahon Copy Share Image
“She was his great adventure; his love for her had taken him places he'd never dreamed of going.” — Jennifer McMahon Copy Share Image
“Phoebe realized how very wrong she’d been about this house, this family. It was far darker, more dangerous than the places she’d grown up in. In the dingy little apartments her mother rented, everything was out in the open. Their lives were dirty and squalid, but they didn’t pretend to be anything else. Here, things seemed so normal, so perfect,… — Jennifer McMahon Copy Share
“Madness is always a wonderful excuse, don’t you think? For doing terrible things to other people.” — Jennifer McMahon Copy Share Image
“Q: Bury deep, Pile on stones, Yet I will Dig up the bones. What am I? A: Memories — A FOLK RIDDLE” — Jennifer McMahon Copy Share Image
“She closed her eyes. Said the four most comforting words she knew: "Once upon a time." An incantation.” — Jennifer McMahon Copy Share Image
What if things happened to you—special, magic things—because you’d been preparing for them? — Jennifer McMahon Copy Share Image
“Think of me,' she said because it seemed like something a girl in a fairy tale might say. Think of me. Remember me. Love… — Jennifer McMahon Copy Share Image
