Stuart Turton

After all, a race is hard to win if you’re afraid of reaching the finish line

The future isn’t a warning my friend—it’s a promise—and it won’t be broken by us. That’s the nature of the trap we’re caught in.”

What kind of mind makes theater of murder

I became the thing I hated and made Annabelle into the thing I loved

The house is silent, all of its occupants dead

Blackheath was the prison, but they were the shackles.
And the keys

Pity’s a fog to become lost within.

“What does a child who has everything want?”

More, just like everybody else.

desperate for theater, but terrified of the star

desperate for theater, but terrified of the star