Dark Places By Gillian Flynn นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead. Thus, another girl, a grown-up lady is always appearing. This dilemma has been present for ever since year 2018 started, goddamn it! I paved my way through the Italian bar. The entrance was covered with beautiful and pink flowers with the neon letters La Fleur. You wouldn't expect that inside it was a bar full of monsters doing drugs, sex, and feeding on people. I saw a familiar man coming out of the counter and making his way to me. I grinned at him and nodded, letting my red pupil show – a way to greet your co-vampires. He did the same too.

Slater quickly shushed her by pointing his gun in her direction. It wasn’t the recommended strategy, but it worked. “Shut up!” The girl whimpered, cowering back in the cell into the woman behind her. Matthew continued his scan. The fourth girl stood against the wall, her head back against the bricks as her lips moved quickly. He could hear her faintly, and it took a second before he made out the prayer for mercy she was chanting with her eyes closed. Mercy. “Macy Swan?” He asked, knowing from the picture he had studied that this was her, though they had done a hell of a job trying to hide her. Her black hair had been bleached blonde, and make-up was smeared across her face.

He took a deep breath and headed in– where though was anyone’s guess. Perhaps fifteen steps down the path, the walls peeled away into a large cavern. Apparently this was a subterranean grotto that had been carved out of the limestone bedrock in some iteration of the nearby river. Now it seemed to be an illicit gathering place, as a crowd of around forty people circled around a raised stone dais gracing the center of the vaulted cavern. Torches burned brightly, their glare dancing across the walls. Drums sounded, a rhythmic beat that matched the torches’ gambol. And all those bodies were naked.

She said to no one as she disappeared into the crowd of workers. ~~~ One Week Later Inside each of us is the darkness wanting out. But what if that darkness is the ending and the beginning of us all? The full moon hung like a ghost in the night sky as Yada overlooked the lights of the city below from her tenth-floor apartment. She studied the diamond twilight for over an hour before turning away--No longer able to stomach the sight. It had been nearly a month since she had been home, having stayed in the coven’s inner chambers since the city fell under siege to a rival house a little over three weeks ago.