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“I wonder if Blue knows she’s repainting her room.I wonder if he’s asking if she wants a ride to the party tonight.I wonder if he knows what being strangled feels like.”

Quote by Victoria Scott

Book:The Collector
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The Collector

This novel delves into the twisted mind of a man who becomes fixated on a young woman, leading to a chilling and suspenseful narrative. more

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Victoria Scott
Victoria Scott

Victoria Scott, born in 1958, is a talented writer whose works span various literary genres, including novels, poetry, and prose. Known for her profound emotions and rich imagination, Scott's works have won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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