en
Caitlin Starling

The Death of Jane Lawrence

Obavijesti me kada knjiga bude uvrštena
Da biste čitali ovu knjigu u Bookmate učitajte datoteku EPUB ili FB2. Kako mogu učitati knjigu?
A haunting new imagining of gothic horror set in a dark-mirror version of post-war England that is not to be read alone at night. For fans of Crimson Peak, Shirley Jackson, Mexican Gothic and Rebecca.
Practical, unassuming Jane Shoringfield has done the calculations, and decided that the most secure path forward is this: a husband, in a marriage of convenience, who will allow her to remain independent and occupied with meaningful work. Her first choice, the dashing but reclusive doctor Augustine Lawrence, agrees to her proposal with only one condition: that she must never visit Lindridge Hall, his crumbling family manor outside of town.
Yet on their wedding night, an accident strands her at his door in a pitch-black rainstorm, and she finds him changed. Gone is the bold, courageous surgeon, and in his place is a terrified, paranoid man―one who cannot tell reality from nightmare, and fears Jane is an apparition, come to haunt him. By morning, Augustine is himself again, but Jane knows something is deeply wrong at Lindridge Hall, and with the man she has so hastily bound her safety to.
Ova knjiga je trenutno nedostupna
455 tiskanih stranica
Vlasnik autorskih prava
Bookwire
Objavljeno prvi puta
2022
Godina izdanja
2022
Izdavač
Titan Books
Jeste li već pročitali? Kakvo je vaše mišljenje?
👍👎

Citati

  • Douaa Benkhalfiaje citiralaprije 3 godine
    Whoever has made him has made something wondrous and terrible, but they have made a man, and to unmake him would be to kill him. He lacks certain finer points of existence, but he is a living thing. To unmake him would be horrible.

    No, she cannot unmake him.
  • Douaa Benkhalfiaje citiralaprije 3 godine
    The world fell away, and she fell away with it. Had this been here all this time, this gentle succor, this sweet emptiness? Her lungs expanded and contracted as normal, and she knew that she was getting air, but it felt distant. It felt immaterial. Ecstasy danced across her nerves, a sweet delight, perfect in its tenor, blotting out all else.
  • Douaa Benkhalfiaje citiralaprije 3 godine
    It is almost enough.

    Jane leaves the mirror. Renton is gone. She stands among the statues ringing the operating table, and she looks at the redness of her blood, the orderly disorder of her viscera. It does not look as painful as it felt. It looks, in the candlelight, like ink in water. Like a painting. Like something delicate and rageful. It looks like she felt, all those days alone in Lindridge Hall. It looks like the forming of the chick within the egg.
fb2epub
Povucite i ispustite datoteke (ne više od 5 odjednom)