Garden of Shadows (Dollanganger)
V.C. Andrews
Language: English
Pages: 384
ISBN: 067172942X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
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!
Christopher directly, but I knew John Amos gave them just enough information to fan the embers of their curiosity. Our dinners were mime shows. From the moment Malcolm was wheeled up to the table, not a word was spoken. He ate mechanically, his gaze ahead, looking through me, looking, I was sure, at the pictures he saw behind his eyes. His daydreams were like cobwebs, easily torn to shreds as he muddled through the memories, groping for some understanding of Corinne’s betrayal. For days he
asked. “He saw her crossing a street in Charlottesville, stopped his carriage, and began a conversation with her. Without even knowing her family background! She invited him to her home that night. Wouldn’t that tell you something? How impulsive a person she was? Would you have ever done such a thing? Well?” he asked when I hesitated. I tried to imagine it. It was romantic—a handsome young man stops his carriage to start a conversation with a young woman, a total stranger, and their
had been hibernating, sleeping like some giant bear, waiting for spring. Alicia’s beauty was that spring. It tempted him, awoke the strong feelings in him, and beckoned him in pursuit once again. I heard it in the way he addressed her when they spoke. I saw it in his eyes, eyes that would not move from her as she went about the foyer, conducting the party. He was satisfied sitting in a chair, sipping tea, and observing Alicia all afternoon. Long after the party ended and the guests were gone,
We’re doing it for Corinne. We want to give her the good beginning, not you!” “Corinne? Are you mad? She’s my daughter, too, but she’s only an infant. I don’t want her growing up to be a frivolous spoiled thing like those women there—like your mother was. Besides, she doesn’t even know what we are doing,” I said. “And this expense for an infant… no matter how precious and wonderful she is … it’s sinful.” “It is not sinful,” he responded, pounding his right fist into his palm. I had never seen
had, even then. And now he was dead. As the raindrops began to fall, and the thunder, growing closer, began to boom, my darling Mal was lowered into his grave, and one by one, Malcolm, myself, Joel, and Corinne picked up a handful of earth and threw it on his coffin. My veil hid my tears, but I was so weak I could barely walk. How I wanted to jump into that grave with him, to be covered with dirt, to have the world blocked out from me. But I had to go on, I had to stay strong, as John Amos had