Best 4 quotes of Bianca Scardoni on MyQuotes

Everything about the house was rich, and dense, and rooted. It was everything I wasn’t. Even the air, with its distinct smell of oak wood and sage, spoke to its identify and its history. I couldn’t help but feel small here. Overwhelmed. Incompatible.

Not that it mattered though. The truth seldom ever did in the face of a juicy lie.

One misstep was all it took, and it all came crashing down. And they were right there waiting for it—eager and ready to bury me in the wreckage.

The most dangerous enemy is not the one who lingers behind you in the shadows, but the one who walks beside you as a friend.