Loving the Lines//All These Bodies

I saw that Julie over at One More Book came up with a new post called Loving the Lines.

Basically, Loving the Lines is dedicated to books with stand-out quotes that need to be shared. I’m often moved by passages and lines from the books I read, and I thought this would be a great way to show the love!! Many thanks to all the wonderful writers who inspire, empower, entertain, and make people think. 

As soon as I saw this post I knew I needed to make this a weekly post! Instead of focusing on just one author, I’ve decided to focus on one book that has some really powerful and memorable quotes.

But sometimes the story chooses the writer, not the other way around.

Tell the truth and shame the devil. I always thought that would be easy. But what do you do when the truth you’re faced with happens to be impossible?

The house was haunted by the experience. It had been stained by the horror that took place within its walls, and even though it stood empty, it would never quite feel empty again.

‘The kind who knew even back then that the dark was a whole other world.That it soaked up the daylight like a biscuit dipped in coffee.’

Maybe it doesn’t matter. The people who were killed will remain dead. Steve and his parents, Peter Knupp – there is no bringing them back, no matter what answers we think we find or what myteries we think we solve.

About the Book:

Book cover for All These Bodies by Kendare Blake

Publisher: Quill Tree Books

Published: September 21, 2021

Goodreads Synopsis:

Summer 1958—a string of murders plagues the Midwest. The victims are found in their cars and in their homes—even in their beds—their bodies drained, but with no blood anywhere.

September 19- the Carlson family is slaughtered in their Minnesota farmhouse, and the case gets its first lead: 15-year-old Marie Catherine Hale is found at the scene. She is covered in blood from head to toe, and at first she’s mistaken for a survivor. But not a drop of the blood is hers.

Michael Jensen, son of the local sheriff, yearns to become a journalist and escape his small-town. He never imagined that the biggest story in the country would fall into his lap, or that he would be pulled into the investigation, when Marie decides that he is the only one she will confess to.

As Marie recounts her version of the story, it falls to Michael to find the truth: What really happened the night that the Carlsons were killed? And how did one girl wind up in the middle of all these bodies?

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