Hemlock Grove

He looked into her eyes. His eyes were windows to nothing. And then there were no windows, there was only the nothing.

He looked into her eyes. His eyes were windows to nothing. And then there were no windows, there was only the nothing

There was a constriction in his throat.

o many hopes and frustrations

“Get on your knees,” Peter told Christina. Letha felt a wave of nausea and Christina obeyed

burner of a storm or any other natural phenomenon that happens on occasion. “Do something!” said Roman. He had no better suggestion

Peter Rumancek,” he said, “you have the right to remain fucked, you fucking deviant piece of shit.”

he tried to say several important things with that look. When you have nothing else, have dignity, he tried to say.

He didn’t know shit about shit.

Be quiet, she communicated to her body. Whatever he needs for that, do not give it to him. But her body did not cooperate.