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Darkness loves him.

Was that true?

How could she say, when she didn't even know what it meant?

You know. Daddy's prize was a kiss.

Lisey had turned her head so swiftly on the pillow she might have been slapped by an invisible hand. Shut up about that!

No answer... no answer... and then, slyly: Darkness loves him. He dances with it like a lover and the moon comes up over the purple hill and what was sweet smells sour. Smells like poison.

KING Y U SO GOD.

voisin tappaa englannikielisestä Liseyn tarinasta ku mun kaks suomenkielistä pokkarii on jo kuollu ku oon roudannu niitä joka paikkaan ja sit ne vaan hajos =( NYT TAHDON SEN ENGLANNIKSI.