Garden of Shadows (Dollanganger)
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Olivia dreamed of a sun-filled love, a happy life. Then she entered Foxworth Hall...
V.C. Andrews' thrilling new novel spins a tale of dreadful secrets and dark, forbidden passions -- of the time before Flowers in the Attic began. Long before terror flowered in the attic, thin, spinsterish Olivia came to Virginia as Malcolm Foxworth's bride. At last, with her tall handsome husband, she would find the joy she had waited for, longed for. But in the gloomy mansion filled with hidden rooms and festering desires, a stain of jealous obsession begins to spread...an evil that will threaten her children, two lovely boys and one very special, beautiful girl. For within one innocent child, a shocking secret lives...a secret that will taint the proud Foxworth name, and haunt all their lives forever!
seduced our daughter!” I informed him. Words cannot describe the torment that twisted Malcolm’s face. As I watched him, I felt I was seeing a mirror of my own feelings, yet, as the rage and bitterness and hatred and love for his daughter all fought for dominance, one emotion showed itself stronger, and banished all the others. Rage. Rage as I had never seen before. “Now, Malcolm,” I warned, his lack of control helping me find my own. “We must remain calm. We must figure out what is best for us
confidence in your abilities.” I waited for Malcolm’s caustic response, but he seemed speechless. He shrugged with an uncharacteristic modesty. “We should be going,” he said to his father. Garland’s good-bye to Alicia was so long and passionate, I was actually embarrassed for her. She didn’t seem to mind it. However, she saw the expression on my face and, as soon as he left, she turned to me to explain that it was the first time they would be separated since they had embarked on the European
Then, to my surprise, instead of coming directly into the house, he followed in her direction. The hot summer breeze fluttered the lace curtains; insects trying to escape the direct sunlight beat their frail bodies against the screens. For a moment I was unable to move. Then I rushed out of the salon and out the front door. I moved quickly but stealthily, the way I had when I wanted to spy on Alicia and Garland. What was Malcolm intending to do? Why had he followed her? Before I reached the
poured down his cheeks. “I hate him,” he shouted. “I hate him! I hate him! He never lets us have anything we want!” Joel was so hysterical by now. He was coughing uncontrollably, and Alicia began to stroke his back, desperately trying to calm him down, as her own son remained buried in her breast. “Please, please,” he choked, “can’t we go with her?” “No,” I said sternly. “I’m your mother. And you belong here with me.” “But what about Christopher?” Mal asked. “Christopher will stay here for
into the foyer one afternoon: Mary, Mrs. Steiner, Mrs. Wilson, and Lucas. I sat in one of the high-back chairs, my arms flat on the arms, my head against the back, my hair tightly woven up in a bun on the top of my head, looking more like a crown. They gathered around and faced me, both fear and curiosity in their eyes. I was like a queen about to address her subjects. “As you know,” I began, “Mrs. Garland Foxworth is leaving Foxworth Hall next month. She will be gone for some time, but her