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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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2x09

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, dead bodies, manipulation

Author’s Note: I don’t know? What’s going on? My fingers just go and then I reread it and I’m like ‘oh shit i did that’ and i love it sm

I used some direct quotes from the script so some things may seem familiar

Official Episode Summary :A truck driver's body appears to have been torn apart by two different species of animals working in tandem; Will meets Hannibal's new patient; Hannibal sends Will a test to determine his true self.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

Tag List (is always open!) : @llperfectsymmetryll @ericacactus @vlightning95

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You leaned back against the headboard of the bed. You had woken up and wasn’t able to go back to sleep so you decided just to sit up and stare into the darkness, thinking and hoping that your eyes would get droopy enough to sleep. You didn’t want to have another nightmare if you did go to sleep. You had at least stopped waking up screaming. Will sometimes didn’t even notice now and you would rather him get a good night sleep. He assured you thought you could wake him up whenever you needed to.

You glanced down at his sleeping face and let out a small sigh. You at least knew that he was something you could trust. Even if he tried to kill your only mutual friend at this point or was sent to jail on murder charges that same friend set him up for. You knew you could trust him to not want to hurt you.

He woke up with a start. It startled you how quickly he sat up because of how peacefully you thought he had been sleeping before.

“You okay?” you asked groggily, voice raspy from sleep. He got his bearings and nodded slowly, sitting up beside you against the back of the bed.

“Nightmare,” he muttered.

“What about?” He thought hard and you weren’t sure where his mind had gone.

“Hannibal,” he muttered. “How with love we see potential and through love we allow the loved one to see the potential.” He shook his head. “It probably didn’t mean anything. I think a deer was there.” You laughed a bit and put your head gently against the back of the headboard.

“Dreams can be weird. But they can also be very insightful,” you pointed out. He nodded, mulling over the dream he had just had. He thought about the way Hannibal was tied up and shook the image out of his mind.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Will had just gotten out of therapy with Hannibal. It was odd, thinking about that. Will used to tell you every detail of the sessions that he remembered but now you feel odd asking for them. You knew he was trying to get a ploy out of something. You weren’t sure what but you knew it was something.

“I’ll meet you out there,” you said as you got your papers together. Will nodded and left out of the door. Hannibal stepped outside the office and you glanced up at him. “How was the session? Did you try and manipulate him again?” Hannibal shook his head.

“Not today.” You nodded and put on your scarf, grabbing your bag of paperwork.

“Thank you. I would like to keep him in one piece if I can help anything.” He nodded.

“That I understand.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Hannibal nodded and you waved at him as you walked out the front door. Margot Verger was outside, talking to Will. You walked up to her and gave her a small smile.

“Hello Margot,” you said, standing beside Will. She gave you a kind smile.

“Miss. Secretary. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Y/N,” you said and shook her hand. Will put his hand on the small of your back and Margot gave you a suggestive smile.

“Miss. Secretary dating the guy who didn’t kill all those people. Quite a duo.” She gave you each a nod as you chuckled a bit in acknowledgement. “I’ll see you two around.” You nodded and she walked away, into the building.

You glanced over at Will who was watching her go inside.

“What do you know about her?” he questioned.

“Nothing. I mean, Hannibal isn’t supposed to tell me anything,” you said which basically meant you knew a bit but weren’t allowed to share. Will nodded and you finished your walk to the car.

You sat in the house together. Hannibal let you go home just after Will’s appointment even though you were meant to stay longer and wrap things up. You sat together in front of the fireplace, on the floor surrounded by dogs. Every chance that you got you spent time with him after realizing the value of that time when he went to prison.

“Do you have any regrets?” Will asked. The same question he had asked Hannibal when therapy began that day. He had an arm over your back, leaning against you and the couch where you were both keeping yourselves up.

“Yes. Doesn’t everyone?” Will looked into the fire that he had built to guard against the cold outside days.

“I have so many regrets,” he whispered.

“Regret comes with life.”

“That’s what Hannibal said,” he whispered. You looked at him. His eyes seemed far away. “I regret what I did in the stables.”

“You regretted pulling a gun or you regret letting Hannibal stop you from pulling the trigger?” Will let out a small sigh and his eyes finally met yours.

“You were there,” he said. “You saw a part of me…”

“That I knew was there,” you said honestly.

“What would you have done if I pulled the trigger? I wanted to. I still want to. Hannibal would have covered for me and I can’t tell what you have done.” You looked away from him. You hadn’t thought about it. You wanted him to kill the social worker. You thought that the man deserved it more than most. You knew how the justice system can fail. But still, would you have covered for Will after?

“I wouldn’t have let you go back to that hospital,” you said honestly. “I don’t know what I would have done to ensure it. Probably anything I needed to.” You looked back at his eyes and he nodded, pleased enough with that answer.

“Are you out of hot cocoa?” he asked as he looked at your cup. You looked down at it and nodded.

“Yes sir I am.” He moved his hand away from behind you and took the cup out of your hands.

“I’ll put the cup in the sink. Do you want anything?” You shook your head.

“No, thank you. You’re very kind Mr. Graham.”

“Only for you.”

You walked beside Will from your car into the crime scene. You noticed Hannibal getting out of his car as well. You were all tucked in heavy coats from the weather. Will and you were both wearing beanies to hide your ears from the air. Hannibal was wearing a fun hat that you thought looked rather silly.

“Hannibal, I love that hat,” you called as he met up with where you and Will were walking.

“Thank you very much,” he said and you smiled. You stuck your hands in your pockets and approached where Jack stood. He turned to all three of you and seemed amazed that you were together. He stifled it quickly though.

“It snowed all night. There are no tracks. You sure it was an animal?” Will asked as he came to a halt.

“Severance of the jugular and carotids, esophagus destroyed. The bite almost severed his head,” Zeller said.

“Evisceration was performed by large, non-retractable claws, so we’re looking at a wolf or a bear,” Price finished.

“Whatever it was, it wasn’t afraid of humans. Not anymore.” You eye the corpse-icle on the cab of the truck.

“Don't wolves and bears drag away their kills? To eat?” you asked.

“Unless it went mad. A rabid animal attacks its victims at random and doesn't’ eat any part of them,” Hannibal suggested.

“There was no eating here. We found just about everything. Viscera was exposed, belly was laid open, but no sign of gnawing or rutting,” Zeller explained. The body's guts were sprayed everywhere but the cold had taken up most of the damage that you could see. Except the things that Price and Zeller hadn’t unearthed already.

“Found the same wound patterns on recent livestock mutilations in the area. Evisceration, dismemberment yet everything accounted for,” Price added.

“Since when does the FBI get involved in animal attacks, Jack?” Will asked the question you were all thinking.

“When somebodys holding the leash of whatever’s doing the attacking.”

You and Will drove together to where they were holding Peter Bernardone. You got out of the car with him but leaned against it, looking over at him.

“I think this might be best handled with just you,” you muttered. Will looked over the front of the car at you.

“Why would you think that?” he questioned. You shrugged.

“You and Peter have the same problem. The same intention, for better or worse. He might open up to you more.” Will nodded and looked up at the large building.

“Come inside anyway. Wait in the lobby for me.” You nodded.

“Sure, of course.”

The next crime scene seemed just as gruesome than the last. Will was no longer convinced of the animal thing that was being pursued, he was wondering much more about the person behind the supposed animal.

You waited back beside Jack as Will did his thing. You glanced over at the man, surprised to find yourself here. Beside him, with Will in the situation you wanted him out of so much.

Will stepped out of it and turned around to you and Jack.

“It’s not an animal. It’s a man who wants to be an animal,” Will whispered.

Will walked into the office as you sat at your desk. You had your feet up, drinking out of your water bottle.

“You don’t have an appointment,” you said. “What can I do for you?” He walked up to your desk.

“Is Hannibal busy?”

“No sir.” Will nodded and went to open the door before turning to you.

“I’m not here on an appointment. If you wanna come join.” You raised an eyebrow and pretended to think about it.

“Well if you insist handsome.” You got up out of your chair and Will opened the office door. You both walked inside.

“What do I owe the pleasure to see both of you in my office?” Hannibal questioned.

“I work here,” you answered.

“And I am a patient.”

“And we are dating,” you finished off. You sat on the desk while Will leaned against it beside you.

“The murder recently, not a clean one,” Hannibal said. “No beat is more savage than man when possessed with power answerable to his own rage,” he muttered.

“It’s not rage. Rage is an emotional response to being provoked. This is something else,” Will explained.

“What is it?” Hannibal asked.

“Instinct. It’s the way he thinks.”

“The way any animal thinks depends on limitations of the mind and body. If we learn our limitations too soon, we never learn our power,” Hannibal inquired.

“He tore his victims apart didn’t he? I’d say he learned his power,” you said.

“He claimed his power. Can you imagine tearing someone apart or would you prefer to use a gun?”

“Is this a question to just me or also Y/N?” Will asked, a small sly smile on his face.

“Both of you I suppose.”

“Guns lack intimacy,” Will stated.

“And it’s instant. Doesn’t allow to watch eyes drain,” you whispered.

“You set an event in motion with a gun. You don't’ complete it,” Hannibal said. You nodded, fingers wrapped around the desk. What an odd question that seemed so normalized in this room.

You were inside doing the dishes when you heard a car pull up. You looked at Will, who was sitting on the couch. He looked at you.

“Were you expecting company?” you questioned. He shook his head.

“I was not.”

You put the dish down and dried out your hands, following Will to the door. You stepped outside together and the sight of Margot Verger came to your eye. You were surprised, very surprised. You had barely given the woman a second thought and now she was at your doorstep.

“Sorry for the intrusion. We met outside of Dr. Lecter’s office,” Margot explained.

“I remember,” you muttered.

“How did you find us?” Will questioned.

“Turns out, you are famous Will.”

“You’re not exactly anonymous yourself, Margot,” Will said. So he had googled her mostly likely. You had as well.

“It’s cold. You have any whisky?”

You, Margot and Will all held a glass. The two of them sat across from each other in the chairs while you leaned your back against the kitchen counter.

“What’s the heir to the Verger meat packing dynasty doing at our door?” you asked her. She gave a small annoyed look, not at you but seemingly at existence.

“My brothers the heir, not me. I’ve got the wrong parts and wrong proclivity for parts,” she explained. Will liked her. She was frank, simple. You liked that about her too but you weren’t sure if you exactly liked her.

“Didn’t answer my question,” you retorted.

“I’m here for a character reference. Patient to patient. To the secretary I suppose. What do you think of Dr. Lecter’s therapy?” That was a question you left entirely up to Will.

“Depends what you’re in therapy for,” he admitted.

“I’m in therapy for all sorts of reasons. The Vergers slaughter eight-six thousand cattle a day and thirty-six thousand pigs, depending on the season. That’s just the public carnage.” She tapped her foot against the ground in time.

“What’s your private carnage?” Will questioned. Margot glanced at you, like she had just been expecting Will to be here. Still, she spoke with courage.

“I tried to murder my brother.” Will and you both studied her.

“I assume he had it coming,” Will suggested.

“Did he ever,” she scoffed. She paused a moment. “What’s your private carnage?” Will thought about answering. He glanced at you and you shrugged, taking a sip of your glass.

“I tried to murder Dr. Lecter.”

“See now, that’s interesting.” Margot mulled over this. “Did he have it coming?” Will debates answering that and doesn’t.

“What do you think?”

“I can't’ say that I know.”

You sat patiently in your home. You were flipping through a book, wondering if you had the desire to put brain energy into reading it. You and Will were simply existing as you had been denied so long with the whole prison thing.

You had just decided to grab some food when your phone rang.

“Hello?” you asked, voice distracted as you walked to the kitchen. You walked over to Will and put your cheek against his shirt, kissing it lightly.

“Y/N?” Hannibal spoke. You pulled away from Will slowly but he noticed your hesitation for the phone call.

“Yes?”

“I need you to do me a favor.” Will looked at you but you didn’t look at him.

“Yeah?”

“I need you to come into the office and grab a very important thing I forgot. I would go myself but I have dinner boiling and I hate to ruin a good dish.” You nodded and glanced at Will.

“Alright. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Text me the details.” You hung up the phone. “I have to get something for Hannibal and bring it to him,” you told Will.

“This late?”

“He said it was important.” You slipped on your shoes. “You wanna come?” He shook his head and gestured to the dogs.

“I’ll hang out with the dogs.” You nodded and grabbed a jacket.

“Be safe,” you said and he gave you a look. You walked out onto the porch and started toward the car when you stopped. You looked out at the darkness of the woods and came to a slow stop.

Something was wrong.

You weren't sure what but something was wrong. You got into the car and forced the feeling out of your mind. It was probably nothing. You pulled out of the driveway and started down the road.

You made it about two minutes before you felt an overwhelming urge of dread. You closed your eyes for just a second before turning around in the dead end street, going back to the house. You saw Will running back into the house as you pulled up, Buster in his hand and the rifle in the other. You parked quickly and ran inside after him.

“Will?” you called. He met your eyes and you looked down at the Buster who seemed hurt. “What-” Will grabbed your arm and pulled you toward him before pushing him behind the counter.

The window broke.

You sat in a chair at the dinner table of Hannibal’s home. Will stood behind the chair of the head of the table.

Hannibal opened the door and you both looked up at him. Hannibal's eyes landed on the dead body of the man who Will had killed this evening. The man that you had helped him kill. The man who had attacked you in your home.

“I send someone to kill you,” Will started. “You send someone to kill me.”

The air was tense. You were tense. They were tense.

“Even steven.”

2x10

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sourweather · 3 years

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Hannibal let Jack beat him up - it's there in the script he didn't try to fight back. Sorry but Will is no match for Hannibal all he can do is jump at people like a rabid dog you're right. He has no technique nor tactics nor finesse etc while Hannibal moves like a dancer and can take down multiple people in seconds

okay, I was giving a joking answer before, but let me say this:

on paper, in season 3- i agree with you. Will would absolutely lose. that being said:

I'm assuming this is regarding my pitch for s4 and the whole like, thesis of that pitch is that Will is coming into his own as a killer rapidly. now that he's not hiding behind excuses he's taking to it like a fish to water, so im imagining he's a better fighter now. i'll also mention that Hannibal would DEFINITELY train Will to fight better post-fall.

the other thing I'll bring up is the emotional aspect- Hannibal *loves* will. I've written about this before but if Will suddenly decided to attack Hannibal post-fall I'm not entirely convinced that he wouldn't pull his punches. (In the version of events I put in my post you could say the same about Will, but Hannibal has always been the more reverent of the two of them)

here's the main thing I'll say tho: when I said I wanted Will to beat Hannibal, I was saying it with a lot of gravity. I recognize that Hannibal is an INCREDIBLE fighter. I'm saying that Will winning that fight would be a DEFINING moment for Will. a huge turning point of his arc and their relationship. I mentioned it in that post because I think it would be that important. wills arc can't conclude how I hope it would without it.

#so yeah like no shade to my main man hannibal #im just saying it would kick ass #there would be luck involved too #wills main appeal to hannibal has always been the element of surprise #with anyone else it you be impossible to ambush him #but will? i think will could maybe get the jump on him #hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham

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writinghannibal · 4 years

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} ooc: this is a bit from a bit of RP I have going on Discord... but I thought it might be enjoyed.

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"This is a dog fight, Frederick.”

"Rather more of a zoological problem, actually," Chilton had been standing to the side, fiddling with a pen in his hands, "There was a story on the news, recently. The lions and hyenas share an enclosure, one group at a time, of course. A keeper neglected to count and left the older lion out. It was too late by the time they realized their mistake.”

Hannibal had realized his intention as soon as he saw the other side of the yard and noted another door. Two access points. Room for error. Access to the yard was intended to be a reward for good behavior. For three months, he had endured whatever was asked of him -- he had submitted to medical examinations, to having his teeth cast, to tedious psychological exams, so that he could feel the sun on his face for an hour.

"I don't agree with Doctor Bloom," Chilton dropped his voice beside Hannibal, "so I had to take some initiative. No one will ever know, of course. You're so fixated on hating me that this accusation will sound like paranoia. Hell, the orderly on the other side doesn't even know."

Hannibal said nothing, and allowed himself to be wheeled into the yard. The orderlies unstrapping him weren't the ones who usually worked with him. Barney would have gone to Alana about this. Hannibal memorized their faces, their scents, even as he remained absolutely still. They hurried away from him, retreating behind the thick metal door. He turned his face and palms up to the sun, drinking in the warmth of the sun.

It was as precious as it was brief. No more than ten minutes passed before the door on the other side of the yard opened and footsteps grit on the concrete.

There were two men, a pair who were compatible enough to be cell mates. Maintaining social connections was an important part of recovery, after all.

Hannibal stayed still, kept his eyes closed, held onto the sunlight as long as he could. They knew who he was. How could they not? Killing him would be a feat akin to a knight riding home with the bloodied head of a dragon tied to his saddle. It did not take long for their steps to turn from pacing to decision.

Two men are harder to keep track of than one. They were vicious, playing off of each other -- only seconds passed, but Hannibal was bleeding.

One of them tried to get an arm around his neck. Hannibal saw the inside of his wrist as an opportunity. Blood tasted sweet in his mouth, spilling hot down jaw and chest, but the scream of pain was sweeter. The man made the mistake of pulling away, forcing skin and vein to trail between his arm and Hannibal's teeth. He staggered to the side and his companion found himself alone with Hannibal.

He ran.

Hannibal had already lost the privileges he had worked hard to earn. That had been robbed from him. There was no reason not to give Chilton exactly what he had wanted. The other inmate ran, and Hannibal chased him like any predator seeing the panicked movements of prey. They met up again near the far door.

Hannibal dragged him down onto the ground. As a last ditch effort at saving his life, the other inmate jammed a piece of a broken fork into Hannibal's thigh -- a piece of contraband he'd kept on him as a threat against the "friend" who was already dead on the concrete.

Hannibal didn't react. He didn't feel it. He only felt the slick passage of flesh down his throat as he ate the man's tongue.

There were alarms and shouting. He could have made the decision for that to be his end, to be put down like a rabid dog. He had been aware of the heavy tread of armed guards. But he didn't stop until he heard a commotion and familiar footsteps rushing towards him.

Barney ran for him, pushing past a man with a gun leveled at him. Hannibal raised his gore covered face when Barney wrapped an arm around his chest, and put his hands up. He allowed the orderly to drag him off the man. Barney didn't deserve to be in the line of fire, even if he had just elected to put himself there.

#my.writing #badchilton #cw: biting #cw: blood #cw: murder #cw: mauling

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aion-rsa · 3 years

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Hulu New Releases: July 2021

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It’s summer, everyone! And with its relatively sparse list of new releases for July 2021, Hulu seems to be subtlety imploring its subscribers to go outside.

Don’t get us wrong: Hulu’s library offerings get a big upgrade this month. July 1 sees the arrival of great films like Galaxy Quest, Fargo, and Caddyshack. Bill and Ted Face the Music premieres on July 2 and its followed by Barb and Star Go to Vista Del Mar on July 9. Not bad stuff! It’s just that, outside of the library titles, there isn’t much to go off of.

Hulu’s only major original release this month is the FX on Hulu production American Horror Stories on July 15. As its name implies, the show is a spinoff of American Horror Story and will feature self-contained horror episodes rather than a season-long arc. If you’ll allow this geriatric millennial to deploy one truly ancient meme: “Yo dawg, we heard you like anthologies so we put an anthology in your anthology so you can anthologize while you anthologize.”

The day after American Horror Stories premieres is the release date for McCartney 3,2,1 – a docuseries about Paul McCartney. Peter Jackson’s epic The Beatles: Get Out docuseries is coming to Disney+ in November so hopefully this will be a nice amuse-bouche.

Here is everything else coming to Hulu this month.

Hulu New Releases – July 2021

July 1 The Mighty Ones: Complete Season 2 (Hulu Original) RuPaul’s Drag Race: Complete Season 7 (MTV) 127 Hours (2010) 28 Days Later (2003) 28 Weeks Later (2007) 68 Kill (2017) 78/52: Hitchcock’s Shower Scene (2017) A Ciambra (2018) The Adventures of Hercules (1985) Almost Human (2014) Alpha & Omega: Legend Of The Saw Toothed (2014) American Gun (2005) An Acceptable Loss (2019) Australia (2008) Bad Teacher (2011) Band Aid (2017) Beats, Rhymes & Life: The Travels Of A Tribe Called Quest (2011) Beetlejuice (1988) The Best Man (1999) Better Living Through Chemistry (2014) Big Fish (2003) Bitter Harvest (2017) Blue Sky (1994) Bohemian Rhapsody (2018) Breakdown (1997) Bruno (2009) Caddyshack (1980) Caddyshack II (1988) Candyman 3: Day of the Dead (1999) Carnage Park (2016) Caveman (1981) Chaplin (1992) Chuck (2017) The Chumscrubber (2005) Citizen Jane: Battle for the City (2017) Cliffhanger (1993) The Condemned (2007) Confessions Of A Shopaholic (2009) The Conversation (1974) Coyote Ugly (2000) The Cured (2018) Dangerous Minds (1995) Dealin’ With Idiots (2013) Dealt (2017) Dear White People (2014) Donnybrook (2019) Dumb & Dumber (1994) Dumb And Dumberer: When Harry Met Lloyd (2003) Elaine Stritch: Shoot Me (2014) Eliminators (2016) Enemy at the Gates (2001) The Face of Love (2014) Factotum (2006) Fargo (1996) The Feels (2017) Fired Up! (2009) Foxfire (1996) Frank Serpico (2017) Frankenstein and the Monster from Hell (1974) Free To Run (2016) From Paris with Love (2010) Galaxy Quest (1999) The Gift (2000) Gimme the Loot (2013) The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo (2011) Gorp (1980) Graduation (2017) Grandma (2015) Hellions (2015) Hideaway (1995) House of the Dead (2003) House of the Dead 2 (2006) The House That Jack Built (2018) Housesitter (1992) I Daniel Blake (2017) I Do…Until I Don’t (2017) I Remember You (2017) Ice Age (2002) In The Cut (2003) Indignation (2016) Intermission (2004) Intolerable Cruelty (2003) Johnny English (2003) Knowing (2009) The Ladies Man (2000) Last Days Here (2012) Let’s be Evil (2016) Manic (2013) The Mask (1994) Maximum Risk (1996) Mercury Rising (1998) Morning Glory (2010) Mystic Pizza (1988) The Natural (1984) Ode to Joy (2019) Open Range (2003) Open Water (2004) Open Water 2: Adrift (2006) Passage to Mars (2017) Personal Shopper (2017) The Polar Express (2004) Rabid Dogs (2016) Rebel in the Rye (2017) Reno 911!: Miami : The Movie (2007) Revolutionary Road (2008) Robocop (1987) Robocop 2 (1990) Robocop 3 (1993) Rookie of the Year (1993) Seabiscuit (2003) Shelley (2016) Sightseers (2013) Sleeping With The Enemy (1991) Sleepwalkers (1992) Soldier Boyz (1995) Something’s Gotta Give (2003) Somewhere (2010) Sorority Row (2009) Space Jam (1996) Stand by Me (1986) Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (1986) Star Trek: First Contact (1996) Stephen King’s Graveyard Shift (1990) The Stepfather (2009) Stonewall (2015) Stray (2020) Sunshine (2005) Super Troopers (2002) Sweet Virginia (2017) Taffin (1988) Take Every Wave (2017) Take Shelter (2011) Taken (2009) The Terminator (1984) They Came Together (2014) Thunderheart (1992) Timeline (2003) Tooth Fairy (2008) Twisted (2004) Underworld (2003) Underworld Awakening (2012) Underworld Evolution (2006) Underworld: Rise Of The Lycans (2009) Universal Soldier (1992) The Unknown Girl (2017) Walking Tall (1973) Whip It (2009) White Nights (1985) William Shakespeare’s Romeo + Juliet (1996) Wolves (2017)

July 2 Summer of Soul (2021) (Hulu Original) Bill & Ted Face the Music (2020)

July 3 Flower of Evil: Complete Season 1 (Subbed) (Viki) I’ll Go To You When The Weather Is Fine: Complete Season 1 (Subbed) (Viki) More Than Friends: Complete Season 1 (Subbed) (Viki) Dreamcatcher (2021)

July 4 Leave no Trace (2018)

July 8 My Wife and Kids: Complete Series (ABC) Murdoch Mysteries: Complete Season 13 (Acorn) Papillon (2017)

July 9 This Way Up: Complete Season 2 (Hulu Original) Grown-ish: Season 4 Premiere (Freeform) Barb and Star go to Vista Del Mar (2021) In a World… (2013) Moffie (2021)

July 10 47 Meters Down (2017)

July 12 Love Island UK: Season 7 Premiere (iTV)

July 14 Cleopatra in Space: Complete Season 1 (Peacock) Cleopatra en el Espacio: Complete Season 1 (Peacock) My All-American (2015)

July 15 American Horror Stories: Two-Episode Limited Series Premiere (FX on Hulu) 20,000 Days on Earth (2014) A Field In England (2013) The Act of Killing (2012) Amira & Sam (2014) Borgman (2013) Bullhead (2011) Cheap Thrills (2013) The Complex: Lockdown (2020) The Congress (2013) The Connection (2014) Enforcement (2021) Exit Plan (2021) The Final Member (2014) The FP (2011) I Declare War (2012) The Keeping Room (2014) Men & Chicken (2015) Mood Indigo (2013) Pieta (2012) R100 (2013) Raiders! The Story of the Greatest Fan Film Ever Made (2015) Wrong (2012)

July 16 McCartney 3,2,1: Documentary Series Premiere (Hulu Original)

July 17 Horimiya: Complete Season 1 (Dubbed) (Funimation)

July 22 Olympic Dreams featuring Jonas Brothers: Special (NBC)

July 26 The Artist (2011)

July 29 The Resort (2021)

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Leaving Hulu – July 2021

July 4 Warrior (2011)

July 9 Desierto (2015)

July 20 The Last Full Measure (2019)

July 21 Bolt (2008)

July 24 All The Wild Horses (2017) B.B. King: On The Road (2018) The Beatles: Made on Merseyside (2018) Bees Make Honey (2017) Closing Gambit (2018) Gloves Off (2017) I, Dolours (2018) In Extremis (2017) Into the Night: Portraits of Life and Death (2017) The Last Animals (2017) Lost in Vagueness (2017) Painkillers (2018)

July 27 For A Good Time, Call… (2012)

July 30 The Good, the Bad, the Weird (2008) Like Someone in Love (2012) Mad Detective (2007)

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The Unquiet Grave: Chapter 10

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Chapter 10: What Tired Eyes do See

“You’re Will Graham.”

Will looked up, his gaze stopping just shy of meeting someone’s eyes. He paused mid-bite and held his sandwich, poised as a shield of sorts between him and the man in front of him.

“Yes.”

He was a stout, average-sized man clad in a suitcoat and aged dress shoes. His darker skin was pockmarked, wrinkled from time and hard work. FBI by the looks of him, although Will was certain that most people he met with these days were FBI. Graduating from the academy and going on to university did that, he supposed; he was an E-3, and everything he’d learned from psychiatrists to lecture halls to the Channel 5 news taught him that that was indeed a rare thing to be.

“Can I sit down?”

Will glanced to the blanket he had spread out underneath him, and he nodded an assent, swallowing a half-chewed bite of food with difficulty. He’d have to wash it later, but one thing he knew without really having to know was that you didn’t say ‘no’ to an FBI agent, especially if you wanted a job from them the way he did after graduation.

“My name is Jack Crawford,” he said, although he didn’t extend a hand to shake. Will’s hands were gloved, but he appreciated that this Jack wasn’t going to risk something like that, all for the sake of common social expectations. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Director of the EBAU?”

“Yes.”

Will nodded and set his sandwich down, brushing stray crumbs from his gloves. They were nice, just thin enough that he didn’t feel as though his hands were bulky, but not so thin that they threatened to come apart. They’d been a gift from one of his teachers.

“It looks like you’ve got promise, based off of what your reports say,” Jack said lightly. “You’re interested in the EBAU?”

“I’ve been considering it, yes,” said Will, and he turned a chip over in his palm before he popped it into his mouth. “I’ve heard some good things and some bad things about empaths in the EBAU.”

“What have you heard?” Jack asked.

“They get burnt out pretty quickly with the constant work,” Will replied after a moment of thought. School taught him tact, the way to speak to someone while avoiding offense. Common sense taught him that he would be right to say his words with care when speaking to someone that could be his potential boss someday. “It’s grueling.”

“It’s grueling,” Jack Crawford agreed. “And there’s no guarantee of success. I’ve had people go into the FBI-EBAU training and ultimately fail. I’ve had them walked out, and I’ve had them carried out. It’s not an easy job.”

“Nope,” Will agreed.

“So my question for you, Will Graham, is why you’re interested in doing it? As an E-3, there are a lot of career opportunities that could be lined up for you without you having to risk your psyche.”

Will’s psyche was common enough talk. He’d grown used to it, over the years, the casual way people mentioned his state of mind. It was like the cancer patient sitting at the dinner table, everyone discussing their condition without any true consideration to the one actually enduring it.

He looked across the lawn, tracked a few people making their way to class. He wasn’t much in the way of friends at the Academy, much to the woes of his teachers. He couldn’t quite track their casual mannerisms, their behaviors and mode of speech. More often than not, he was off to the side of them, hearing but not entirely listening. They were disquieted by him as much as he was uncomfortable by them.

“…I want to help people,” he said at last, and he picked up his sandwich to take another bite. He spoke around his food, gauging Jack’s reaction to the lack of general manners. “I thought about my career, and…I have these gifts. They’re troublesome at times, but they’re useful. I could be useful to you.”

“Do you think so?”

“Yes.”

“What makes you think that?” Jack asked.

He swallowed a mouthful and wiped his mouth. “I know your wife has cancer, and she’s dying. I know your air conditioner in the car must be broken, and I know that your cat can only rub up on your leg for so long before it’s a pain and you nudge them away.”

Jack looked like a sour mix between pleasant surprise and mild distaste at being read so bluntly. His lips puckered, twisted at the mention of his wife and he turned his head to survey the other empaths hurrying to and from class, Will part of them but just not quite part of them.

“…You got all that from a glance?” Jack asked once he could control his voice rather than sound annoyed.

“No.”

“Then how’d you know?” he demanded.

“Teachers talk about your wife all of the time,” Will said, ticking off his fingers as he spoke. “Your dress shirt and jacket are wet and smell like Freon, and there’s cat hair on the bottom of your leg. Only about halfway around the cuff, so they started to rub up on you and you stopped them.” He shrugged carelessly, lowering his hands and avoiding Jack’s suspicious expression.

“…That’s observant of you,” Jack said slowly.

“If I can glean all that just from being observant and listening, just think what happens when I actually use my gifts,” Will said, and he took a mildly triumphant sip of soda. He was eighteen, and the world felt more or less at the tips of his fingers, despite being an empath. “You don’t just want me for the EBAU, Agent Jack Crawford. You need me.”

Will is just about to open his file when he gets a call.

He should have opened it the night before, but the chilling thought of Dr. Lecter being part of the things happening around him was too much; he’d paced the confines of his house for most of the night before succumbing to a restless sleep. He drags his fingers around the corner edge of the file and answers his phone, mulling over an odd feeling in his gut, like he’s committing a grievous sin just by having these.

He deserves the truth, though, doesn’t he? Even the parts of it that hurt?

“Graham.”

“Will, it’s Jack. I’m sending an address, and I need you here, stat.”

“Is it Dolarhyde?” Will asks. He stands up from his dining room table and scoops the files into his bag, propping his phone up by his ear. The idea of Dolarhyde striking so soon (probably striking against Slowinski, wherever they were) makes his skin tingle, and he zips up his bag with jittery fingers.

“It’s the stag-man, Will.” Jack sounds aged, old and weathered. “I told them you’re already up to your elbows in this, but he’s struck again and the Feeler can’t get a good grip on it. I said you could swing by.”

Not Dolarhyde, but the copycat. The stag-man, Jack called him. Will mulls that over, pausing by his wallet and keys near the door. The dogs watch with rabid attention, and he pets Buster who was tenacious enough to climb onto the armchair for one last pet.

This is the sort of thing you have the capacity to be.

“Jack…”

“I know you’re working hard on the case, but they need help. Can you do it?”

It’s an innocent question, but it raises the hairs on the back of his neck. He supposes that it’s that damn tone once again that sets his teeth on edge. Can you do it, like he has enough on his plate without Jack giving him something else to worry over, something else to do. Can you do it, like empaths left and right can’t see his walls cracking, like sooner or later this is going to make him spill over the edges of his finely crafted safe space until there’s nothing left of him but the memories and feelings of everyone else crammed inside.

Can you do it? Jack asks him.

“You need me, Jack, I’m there,” Will says, and he’s out the door, locking it behind himself. At this point and time, he can’t afford to say no. The tingle, the lingering sensation sits just against his skin, a reminder that he is being watched, even now. Even now, there is someone that lurks, taking notes and making observations that more than likely determine his future within the EBAU, whether he likes it or not.

“Thanks, Will,” Jack says, pleased. “I’ll text the address.”

It’s a house of mirrors that Will is led to, and he has to wade through curious onlookers nearby in order to reach the police line. People whisper, quick hisses like sharp needles, and he is careful with his sleeves as he brushes by them, avoiding their eyes. Large crowds, and he has to focus especially hard on his walls, how sturdy they are. Dreamers have imaginations that run the gauntlet, shift and become realities as well as their distortions. He glances to the side, spies a spilled slushie, and he can see the child that tripped as their mother hurried them along.

He ducks beneath the police line, the corner of it dragging across his ear –the officer that put it up was impatient, harried. Death was common, but not this sort. Not in this town, not in his repertoire.

He spies Dr. Lecter standing near Alana, but he doesn’t acknowledge them. There’s an odd twist in his gut, their dipped heads and quick mouths turned from the breeze that sluices through the various carnival stands to nip at exposed skin. His nose is cold already, and he rubs it, continuing his path towards the walkway where Jack waits.

He can’t trust Alana –she’s employed by the EBAU. He can’t trust Hannibal?

The Caverns of the Grave I’ve seen, and these I show’d to England’s Queen. But now the Caves of Hell I view, Who shall I dare to show them to?

Me, Agent Graham; you show them to me.

It’s a bitter thought that his words shared within the confines of their space could become twisted, used against him. Even when he sees Hannibal Lecter turn towards him out of the corner of his eye, he doesn’t pause to acknowledge him. Lecter potentially sharing his uncomfortable sexual encounters with Jack is fine. Hannibal sharing any bouts of instability, however…

“How are you, Will?” Jack asks.

“Cold,” he says, and he follows him along the steps to the house of mirrors.

Overhead, in cheerfully oblong letters, the neon lights glow and flicker in welcome. Will ducks his head underneath and blinks into the shaded gloom that smells of the sweat of children, the stale smell of vomit, and bleach cleaner. It’s warmer, though, more contained.

The mirrors bounce his reflection about, first short and fat, then skinny and oblong. Each turn and curve of his person is reflected through the mirrors on every which side with reckless and random shapes, and it’s with a slow, unsteady gait that he navigates behind Jack towards where the body is. At one particular corner, when he opens his mouth to ask Jack the particulars, his mouth gapes and his teeth look far too large. Predatory. He closes his mouth and counts the many angles and distortions of his person with every passing mirror.

“Victim is Randall Tier, male, twenty-two years old,” Jack says, pausing at a corner. He turns back to Will and frowns, the deep lines of his face grooved and unpleasant. “It’s messy.”

So was the Hobbs house. Will nods seriously, steels himself, then steps into the other room with his walls firmly intact.

It’s messy.

He has to stare for a long, long time before he can quite talk himself into lowering his walls. The Dreams are already unfolding, though, taking him to a space in which he can’t quite grasp onto any of his footholds, and when he takes a breath he can almost feel his pupils expanding as he falls into the eyes of the person long dead, even as his hands that are suddenly ungloved comes down to rest at his shoulders.

You who hide, you who lurks beneath this mask, this façade where all is well and good, where your innermost thoughts are tamped down through chemicals and strict schedule; just where do you place your dreams?

Eye to eye we look, yet yours are glazed, distanced. There is nothing more to you than the fact that your heart beats, your lungs expand and contract. You exist, but to what end? To what end can you live when the only thing that you can say with utmost assurity is that you are alive?

Each swift, smooth cut of the scalpel is magic. Each layer that curls and peels down, sinew clinging to the space where muscle and skin would connect creates a sheen until it splits and allows the skin to lay flat, revealing the truth beneath.

Revealing the monster beneath.

He stops at the neck, having peeled away the skin that shows the man, revealing the muscle and bone in grotesque manner that reflects by the thousands within the mirrors abound. Mirrors, mirrors that reflect, distort, change reality until there is nothing there of the truth any longer. With calm hands they work, a steady breath. Their heartbeat keeps even time, as this is not the first time they have killed, nor is it the last.

I who Dreamed you this world in which you could be who you were meant to be; you who trusted me to show you just how wonderful this life could become. I harbor no ill will at your choice to let them sedate you, allowing them to Change you.

You are now no more than a tool, though, a tool to help another change and grow:

Can you see, Agent Graham? Do you not understand what they’re trying to force you to be?

Will throws his barriers up at the question, the ringing clarity that reflects and refracts around his walls. Can you see? Can you see?

Can you see?

“He’s an empath,” Will says, and his voice trembles. He looks around for Jack, but it is with startling realization that he’s alone in the room, alone and ultimately vulnerable as he sees himself the way the rest of the world probably does: oblong, obscure, rendered in shadows and ultimately disarming. His knees are in the puddle of blood that’d collected around the body, and he stands up with a start, ungloved hands flexing and curling to fists. When had he ungloved them? When had he moved so close?

Can you see?

“Jack?” he calls out, and he skirts the victim whose skin peeled back from their face rests just at knee-height, slumped into a fashion of kneeling. Randall’s hands reach for his neck, grasping, as though he could tear away the fabric that he constructed around himself, all for the sake of keeping everyone around him happy.

Can you see?

He winds through the halls, but there is no Jack. There is only his face, his gaunt and horrifyingly twisted face staring back at him, and he’s just beginning to lose his breath when he is grabbed from behind and is wrenched around sharply.

“I-”

“Agent Graham,” Hannibal says lightly, calmly. His grip is not hard, although it is firm. He passes a hand along Will’s shoulder, then stops and releases him, lips twitching into a frown. “Are you alright?”

“…Yes,” Will says slowly, and he takes a step back. Just over Dr. Lecter’s shoulder, his eyes are the size of pinpricks, although his forehead juts out comically. “Where’s Jack?”

“He received a call and stepped outside,” he replies. “I thought to come in and see if you’re alright.”

“I’m fine,” he lies, and he curls his bottom lip into his mouth.

Lecter cants his head just-so, although whatever thought crosses his mind doesn’t show through his eyes. It’s the first time Will finds himself frustrated at the fact, truly and honestly bothered by it because if he could just see then he’d know whether or not it was safe to tell Hannibal Lecter what was going on.

Can you see?

“…The…the killer here is an empath,” Will says because he can tell that Dr. Lecter is waiting for him to say something, anything other than ‘I’m fine.’ “He…he knew his victim. He dreamed him walls, barriers, potentials for what he could be, but…when the victim didn’t take the offer, he instead killed him.”

“You felt his empathic abilities?”

“I heard him,” Will whispers. His hands flex, curl, then stretch as he swings his arms. Over Lecter’s shoulder, his face twists and bows in. “He’s…he’s taunting me.”

“Taunting you?”

“He’s-”

Will stops himself right there, though, pausing on the expression in Lecter’s eyes. In truth, it’s a micro-expression –if he hadn’t been staring so intently, he’d have missed it.

Excitement. Curiosity.

“He’s?” Lecter prompts gently.

Can you see?

“…It feels like a taunt, at least,” Will says instead, and he looks away from Lecter. How far can he backtrack before Lecter is certain of his instability? Has he already said too much, given too much? Were his words poised to become weapons against him, and he only just barely caught Lecter’s excitement in finally having the excuse to tell jack to pull the plug? He pats aimlessly over his pockets, trying to find his gloves, and he gives a start when Lecter reaches for him in the gloom of the mirrors and grabs his hand, stilling it. His own hands are gloved from the chill outside; perhaps that is the only reason he was comfortable in reaching.

“Agent Graham, you don’t have to censor yourself,” he says lightly. “I’m here to be a grounding rod for you in cases such as this.”

Will very carefully pulls his hand from Lecter’s grasp, nodding mutely.

“I should find Jack,” he says, and he shifts, turning about to hunt for the exit.

Out of the corner of his eye, Will sees Lecter prepared for a mild fight; after a tense breath, though, the expression fades to a congenial, calm expression, and he nods.

“To Agent Crawford, then,” he says, and he leads Will out of the house of mirrors.

Outside, Jack is still on the phone, although he nods in understanding when he sees Will. Will wonders if the blood on the knees of his slacks will stand out in the fall afternoon, or if he wore a dark enough shade to hide it.

“…Is something the matter, Will?” Dr. Lecter asks. His back is to Jack, and Will can practically feel the unspoken attempt at meeting his eyes. He can’t look at him, though; he thinks of the articles that he’s read so many times the words are imprinted on his eyelids, and he grits his teeth. He wants to trust Lecter. He needs to trust Lecter.

“You’re my psychiatrist, aren’t you, Dr. Lecter?”

“Yes. Was that not clear before?”

“You’re employed by the FBI, though.”

“They did hire me, yes.” He shifts, crowding into Will’s personal space. “You’re shutting me out. Has something happened?”

Had something happened? Will watches the forensics team heading into the room of mirrors, the annotator nearby, watching him with an expression of distaste, seeing as how he’d managed to slip in there without her. The cold air stings his cheeks, and he shrugs, non-committed.

“I think I’m just tired, Dr. Lecter.”

“You have been withdrawn since returning from Louisiana.”

“Maybe it was the invasive questions about my sex life,” Will returns hotly. “Who knows?”

Rather than match his snark with aggression, Lecter has the grace to look away from him. He tracks Jack’s pacing, much like Will does, tucking his hands into his pockets.

“I would apologize, but you know that I’m not sorry,” he says lightly. “However, if I ask any question from you that you find to be invasive, please tell me in the future. I am here to be of help to you, not a hindrance.”

“…I don’t care about you knowing about my sex life,” he says heavily. “What would you do with that sort of information?”

“Wonder at your lack of any emotional ties that extend from the FBI. You have no outlet for your troubles, no emotional support in times of need.”

He isn’t wrong, although it sting. It was something much like what Abigail said, sitting side-by-side in a hospital garden.

You’re so…alone.

“If you had access to the truth, Dr. Lecter, would you want to know?” Will asks. “No matter how ugly, how damning it was, wouldn’t you want it?”

“Yes,” he replies without hesitation, and he rocks back onto his heels. Just a short distance away, Jack is hanging up the phone. “Ignorance is bliss, but anyone can make a paradise from their reality if they’re tenacious enough to take it.”

Jack walks over before Will has a chance to reply, and he shifts, putting some distance between them. His fingers rub together, confined in their gloves, and he tucks his hands behind his back so that he can better remove them without notice.

“He’s an empath, Jack,” Will says, and Jack pauses, mouth open and slack with the words he was about to say. His mouth snaps shut, and he shifts, looking between Hannibal and Will. He suddenly looks much older.

“An empath.”

“Sounds like a Dreamer, and one powerful enough to weaponize it,” Will explains. “He knew him personally.”

“I got some records pulled from this guy by Zeller back at HQ.”

“I thought that he was working on Dolarhyde?”

“They need their best on this, Will,” Jack says wearily. “If he’s a Dreamer, it’s no wonder our Feelers can’t get anything from him.”

“Can empaths use their gifts as weapons like this?” Hannibal asks.

Will and Jack exchange a look before Will glances over and nods slowly, once.

“It’s not…common,” he says. “It’s actually illegal.”

So is hiding an empath right underneath the nose of the FBI. So is stealing confidential files from your boss.

“Would it be an agent, then?”

Will gives Jack a look, and they shift about uncomfortably. Awkwardly. “Another RA?” Will asks quietly. “I didn’t get that impression. This was calculated, not…a fractured mind.”

“I’ll get a hold of Director Purnell,” Jack says reluctantly. “You’re sure it’s not Dolarhyde?”

“Dolarhyde felt as though he was…slipping downhill. This person is in complete control of everything they do.” Even as they taunted you with it.

Can you see, Agent Graham? Do you not understand what they’re trying to force you to be?

“We may have to do a full empath examination,” Jack says, and god he just sounds so tired. “Time that with Dolarhyde, we just don’t-”

“I’ll find him, Jack,” Will promises, and he sounds so sincere that even Will almost believes the words as he says them. As he passes by Jack, he allows his hand to glide along his back, pausing to pat his shoulder ever-so-slightly. “Don’t worry. I’ll find Dolarhyde. Then we’ll find this guy.”

He waits until he’s far enough away that Jack won’t notice him sliding his gloves on, palms tingling with the secrets that he was able to steal.

That night, the files sit on his table, tempting him. He paces before the only mirror in the house –the one in his bathroom–before he stops in front of it and grabs onto the counter, staring at himself.

Staring into his eyes.

He doesn’t fall into them the way that he does with everyone else. According to Abigail, though, that is something that he needs to learn to do, to crawl within the spaces of his own mind so that he can see what other empaths could see.

He stares at his eyes for a long time. The awkward seconds roll to minutes. Minutes become an hour. Then two.

After two and a half, he gives up and sits down on the toilet seat, head in his hands. Apparently, the only person that can’t see into his mind, is him.

Then again, he could very well be distracted by what he gleaned off of Jack when he brushed against him earlier:

Keep watching Graham –if he continues to go and see Abigail Hobbs, let me know.

We’re going to try and track down Slowinski, maybe beat Dolarhyde to him. He’s getting revenge, you know. We’ve pissed off an E-2 that knows how to weaponize his gifts.

No, Graham never learned to weaponize his talents. I’d know it if he had.

If he learns how, I’ll find out. We’ll retire him.

I’m not concerned, though. Will Graham needs us as much as we need him.

He thinks of whoever it is that’s now killed two people, two people that Will didn’t know, but now knows in a fundamentally wrong way. They are trying to tell him something, show him something –just who are they that know his troubles and rather than run and tell the FBI, they instead want to help him? Just who are they that see the way blood drips through the crevices of his mind and can somehow see the beauty of it rather than the obscenity?

Can you see?

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Book Haul

I got all these books for a grand total of $6.50 and one book was purchased for me by a very good friend of mine who also happens to be my critique partner.

Book One: House By Frank Peretti and Ted Dekker

Publication Information: Published in March of 2006 by West Bow Press which is an imprint of Thomas Nelson Publishers

Book Summary: Jack and Stephanie Singleton, a married couple on the verge of a divorce, are driving to a counseling session when they find themselves lost on a deserted road in Alabama. Taking the advice of a highway patrolman, they head down a long dirt road, where they run over spikes, flattening all of their tires and stranding them. Fortunately, they are near an old Victorian house in the backwoods of Alabama, occupied by a family of three and being used as an inn. They check-in and have a strangely mysterious dinner with them, as well as another dating couple, Randy and Leslie. Things begin to go bitter, however. One of the family, Pete, begins staring down Leslie, stating that he wants her as his “wife.” Betty, another one of the family members, keeps hounding Stephanie to get her more ice.

Then, to make matters worse, the lights turn off, and a serial killer named White locks them inside of the House. He throws a soup can down through the chimney with a message scrawled on it. The message states that he has killed God and will murder all seven of them unless they kill one of their own by dawn.

All the people frantically move through the house, but just get trapped in each new room while trying to avoid the man in the mask.

Why I Picked It Up: Like most of the books in this haul I didn’t go in knowing anything about this book but the synopsis seemed intriguing and I like horror-ish thrillers and this seemed like a good one. I have never read anything by either author before so I don’t know how well I’m going to like it but for $0.50 I thought what the hell (that’s the case for most of these books to be honest lol)

Book Two: The Host by Stephenie Meyer

Publication Information: In May of 2008 by Little, Brown, and Company

Book Summary: Melanie Stryder refuses to fade away. The earth has been invaded by a species that take over the minds of human hosts while leaving their bodies intact. Wanderer, the invading “soul” who has been given Melanie’s body, didn’t expect to find its former tenant refusing to relinquish possession of her mind.

As Melanie fills Wanderer’s thoughts with visions of Jared, a human who still lives in hiding, Wanderer begins to yearn for a man she’s never met. Reluctant allies, Wanderer and Melanie set off to search for the man they both love.

Why I Picked It Up: I know what some of you are thinking “But Cass you hate Twilight, you never miss a chance to remind us about how much you hate sparkly vampires so why would you pick up a Stephenie Meyer book” Well faithful reader of my blog here’s the reason. I saw this movie about a year after it came out and I really enjoyed it. I had no idea that it was based on a book nor that that book was written by Stephenie Meyer. I thought it was a modern take on the wonderfully cult classic movie from 1956 which I love or even another take on the more recent 1998’s The Faculty. So I wanted to read the book on which this movie was based.

Book Three: Hannibal Rising by Thomas Harris

Publication Information: December 5th 2006 by Delacorte Press

Book Summary: It is the 4th book in a series so I won’t be filling this part out.

Why I Picked It Up: I have a fascination with Hannibal Lecter and I love (MOST) of the movies based on him, not a huge fan of Red Dragon, which happens to be the first book in this series. I want to collect the series and read it but they only had this one book there and it was also a recommendation by the friend I mentioned in the rant above.

Book Four: Misery by Stephen King

Publication Information: Published in 1987 which is when my copy was printed. By Viking Press which is an imprint of Penguin Random House.

Book Summary: Paul Sheldon. He’s a bestselling novelist who has finally met his biggest fan. Her name is Annie Wilkes and she is more than a rabid reader – she is Paul’s nurse, tending his shattered body after an automobile accident. But she is also his captor, keeping him prisoner in her isolated house.

Why I Picked It Up: Misery was one of my favorite movies growing up, it was the first movie I saw with Kathy Bates and I fell in love with her acting ability. And its Stephen King do I really need to say more?

Book Five: Marley and Me: Life and Love With the World’s Worst Dog by John Grogan

Publication Information: Harper Collins, October 2005

Book Summary: John and Jenny were just beginning their life together. They were young and in love, with a perfect little house and not a care in the world. Then they brought home Marley, a wiggly yellow furball of a puppy. Life would never be the same.

Marley quickly grew into a barreling, ninety-seven-pound steamroller of a Labrador retriever, a dog like no other. He crashed through screen doors, gouged through drywall, flung drool on guests, stole women’s undergarments, and ate nearly everything he could get his mouth around, including couches and fine jewelry. Obedience school did no good—Marley was expelled. Neither did the tranquilizers the veterinarian prescribed for him with the admonishment, “Don’t hesitate to use these.”

And yet Marley’s heart was pure. Just as he joyfully refused any limits on his behavior, his love and loyalty were boundless, too. Marley shared the couple’s joy at their first pregnancy and their heartbreak over the miscarriage. He was there when babies finally arrived and when the screams of a seventeen-year-old stabbing victim pierced the night. Marley shut down a public beach and managed to land a role in a feature-length movie, always winning hearts as he made a mess of things. Through it all, he remained steadfast, a model of devotion, even when his family was at its wit’s end. Unconditional love, they would learn, comes in many forms.

Why I Picked It Up: Because I don’t think I died enough on the inside having seen this movie twice.

Book Six: The Patchwork Girl Of Oz by L. Frank Baum

Publication Information: The original publication date was in 1913 my copy is from 1989 and was published by Watermill Press

Book Summary: This is the 7th book in the Oz series by L. Frank Baum so again I won’t put a summery hear for that reason

Why I Picked It Up: I LOVE the Wizard of Oz. I have a tattoo of the first 4 bars of Over The Rainbow tattoed around my left wrist. It is a memorial tattoo for my grandmother. She, my mother and I all love the movie and bond over it all the time. When my grandmother passed in 2010 I wanted to have a themed tattoo around the movie. Because I loved the movie so much I’ve always wanted to read the books. Even though I do have a bind up of 1-5 and 6-10 (still need 11-15) I would love to own the individual books as well.

Book Seven: Matilda by Roald Dahl

Publication Information: Published by Puffin which is an imprint of Penguin Random House

Book Summary: Matilda is a little girl who is far too good to be true. At age five-and-a-half, she’s knocking off double-digit multiplication problems and blitz-reading Dickens. Even more remarkably, her classmates love her even though she’s a super-nerd and the teacher’s pet. But everything is not perfect in Matilda’s world. For starters, she has two of the most idiotic, self-centered parents who ever lived. Then there’s the large, busty nightmare of a school principal, Mrs. (“The”) Trunchbull, a former hammer-throwing champion who flings children at will and is approximately as sympathetic as a bulldozer. Fortunately for Matilda, she has the inner resources to deal with such annoyances: astonishing intelligence, saintly patience, and an innate predilection for revenge.

She warms up with some practical jokes aimed at her hapless parents, but the true test comes when she rallies in defense of her teacher, the sweet Miss Honey, against the diabolical Trunchbull. There is never any doubt that Matilda will carry the day. Even so, this wonderful story is far from predictable. Roald Dahl, while keeping the plot moving imaginatively, also has an unerring ear for emotional truth. The reader cares about Matilda because, in addition to all her other gifts, she has real feelings.

Why I Picked It Up: I, like most children from the late 80’s onward grew up watching this movie which is where I in love with the story. Like with the host I had no idea this was a book at first and once I found out about it I wanted to read it. When I saw it at the sale I picked it up so I could finally do that.

Book Eight: The Dark Descent

Publication Information: My copy is from 1987 which is the year it was published by Tor Books which is an imprint of Macmillan Publishers

Book Summary: This highly acclaimed anthology traces the evolution of horror, from Nathaniel Hawthorn and Edgar Allan Poe to Stephen King. Adopted by colleges across the country to be used in literature courses, The Dark Descent showcases some of the finest horror fiction ever written.

Contents:

Pt. 1 – The Color of Evil

The Reach / Stephen King

Evening Primrose / John Collier

The Ash-Tree / M. R. James

The New Mother / Lucy Clifford

There’s a Long, Long Trail A-winding / Russell Kirk

The Call of Cthulhu / H. P. Lovecraft

The Summer People / Shirley Jackson

The Whimper of Whipped Dogs / Harlan Ellison

Young Goodman Brown / Nathaniel Hawthorne

Mr. Justice Harbottle / J. Sheridan Le Fanu

The Crowd / Ray Bradbury

The Autopsy / Michael Shea

John Charrington’s Wedding / E. Nesbit

Sticks / Karl Edward Wagner

Larger Than Oneself / Robert Aickman

Belsen Express / Fritz Leiber

Yours Truly, Jack the Ripper / Robert Bloch

If Damon Comes / Charles L. Grant

Vandy, Vandy / Manly Wade Wellman

Pt. 2 – The Medusa in the Shield

The Swords / Robert Aickman

The Roaches / Thomas M. Disch

Bright Segment / Theodore Sturgeon

Dread / Clive Barker

The Fall of the House of Usher / Edgar Allan Poe

The Monkey / Stephen King

Within the Walls of Tyre / Michael Bishop

The Rats in the Walls / H. P. Lovecraft

Schalken the Painter / J. Sheridan Le Fanu

The Yellow Wallpaper / Charlotte Perkins Gilman

A Rose for Emily / William Faulkner

How Love Came to Professor Guildea / Robert Hichens

Born of Man and Woman / Richard Matheson

My Dear Emily / Joanna Russ

You Can Go Now / Dennis Etchison

The Rocking-Horse Winner / D. H. Lawrence

Three Days / Tanith Lee

Good Country People / Flannery O’Connor

Mackintosh Willy / Ramsey Campbell

The Jolly Corner / Henry James

Pt. 3 – A Fabulous Formless Darkness

Smoke Ghost / Fritz Leiber

Seven American Nights / Gene Wolfe

The Signal-Man / Charles Dickens

Crouch End / Stephen King

Night-Side / Joyce Carol Oates

Seaton’s Aunt / Walter de la Mare

Clara Militch / Ivan Turgenev

The Repairer of Reputations / Robert W. Chambers

The Beckoning Fair One / Oliver Onions

What Was It? / Fitz-James O’Brien

The Beautiful Stranger / Shirley Jackson

The Damned Thing / Ambrose Bierce

Afterward / Edith Wharton

The Willows / Algernon Blackwood

The Asian Shore / Thomas M. Disch

The Hospice / Robert Aickman

A Little Something for Us Tempunauts / Philip K. Dick

Why I Picked It Up: Simple, it looked interesting

Book Fifteen: The Elvenbane. Book one in the Halfblood Chronicles #1 by Andre Norton and Mercedes Lackey

Publication Information: Published in November of 1991 by Tor Books which is an imprint of Macmillan Publishers

Book Summary: The elven lords rule the world with a magical iron hand, secure in their dominion over the animal kingdom—including the original human inhabitants of the planet. If they find cause for worry, and the elven lords are not normally inclined in that manner, it is in respect to the Prophecy. The Prophecy insists that a child born of an elven lord and a human will lead a successful rebellion against their rule. Not surprisingly, the elven lords take extraordinary pains to avoid impregnating their human concubines.

This practice does not arise from any special fear concerning the Prophecy, but rather the memory of a past confrontation between the elven lords and their halfbreed offspring—a battle in which the elven lords found victory, but only by the narrowest of margins. Unknown to the elven lords, however, there is another threat to their tyranny.

Inhabiting the same planet, and possessed of magical skills powerful in their own right, are the race of dragons. It is such a dragon, Alara, who discovers a human woman in labor deep in the desert. Alara assists in the birth of the child and raises it alongside her son Keman. As the year's pass, it becomes clear that the Prophecy of an elvenbane is more fact than fiction as dragons, elven lords, halfbreeds, and talented humans struggle to determine the destiny of the world.

This collaboration between one of the most accomplished authors in the genre and a relative newcomer tot he scene is most successful. Such unions of master and apprentice are a popular trend, but this particular partnership is exceptionally satisfying. Norton is not unfamiliar with dragons, and ELVENBANE demonstrates that she’s not lost her touch.

Why I Picked It Up: I didn’t it was given to me by my friend for which I am very grateful.

So that’s it, those are the books in my haul I hope you enjoyed.

The question of the day: How many of these books have you read before and how did you feel about them?

#books #book haul #haul

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selfmadesaviour · 2 years

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quotes that broke me:

accepting / not accepting @immxvable as abigail hobbs said "fairness is for happy people."

she wants to raise her glass of scotch to the young woman, nod her agreement and continue muttering about injustice. abigail has a point, and one margot would be the first to stand behind -- once your happiness is gone for good, it is replaced by a cold indifference that leaves no room to care about whether the guy beside you has gotten as many bites as you.

but abigail has a chance to put everything behind her and move. margot got a second chance -- one she never thought she'd see the hint of, much less successfully grab and utilise.

if she could, abigail can.

so she shakes her head, and offers a gentle shrug toward the bottle of scotch still on the table between them. "sure, to a degree. but if you want to become a happy person again, you have to figure out a way to feel fair. a way to achieve justice, to get revenge or feel forgiveness, whatever feels better."

#it matters to me ; writing #to tell the truth ; answered #they think i'm weird ; margot #rabid dogs are put down ; hannibal #immxvable

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selfmadesaviour · 2 years

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quotes that broke me:

accepting / not accepting @immxvable as will graham said "this whole time, i've blamed myself for that decision."

her movement halts. every thread of muscle in her body goes taut like a bowstring, and for a moment she only stares at him. then her fingers flex, curling into fists and then spreading wide again. she takes a few steps toward him, closes the distance between them just a little.

they are standing on soft, green grass beneath a widely reaching, ancient oak. the afternoon sun is low on the sky, but the air is still warm with the late summer heat.

but margot is freezing. every ounce of blood in her veins have turned to ice, angry crystals that cut through her with the same excruciating pain as the ache of every breath she forces down exhausted lungs.

she stares at him incredulously for a long moment, disbelief and anger mingling in her gaze while she tries to find the words to explain the emotions that mingle in her chest as his statement truly sink into her consciousness.

this whole time, i have blamed myself for that decision.

is it meant to reassure, comfort? is he seeking understanding or forgiveness, looking for a way to mend something they didn't need to build in the first place? does he want her to pity him?

which decision is he referring to?

she decides to start there, and her gaze drifts toward the smooth stone in the ground before them, and then she forces it back up to will's face. her expression is set in the same ice that runs through her own heart, eyes fiery with anger and lips drawn in a scowl. "which one? not feeling guilty that doctor lecter told mason about the pregnancy, being more concerned with your ego being bruised? sticking with him despite everything he did? leaving my wife bleeding and broken on the pavement?"

the words spill out of her before she can think to stop them. alana wasn't hers when she was pushed out a window and left to die, and will's relationship to hannibal is more complicated than she gives him credit for. and, to be fair, tricking will to impregnate her wasn't exactly fair play or done out of the kindness of her heart.

but her brother was a devil, and will must have known. must have known what would happen when hannibal told mason about her situation, must have known the extent of pain she was put through as a result. he must have known what would happen.

or so she tells herself, because she needs a scapegoat. and standing here, listening to will talk about her loss like it was his to grieve, like the boy buried in the warm earth beneath her feet was something he was ever supposed to as much as suspect existed -- she can't do it. the pain and the frustration mingle in her body until she is burning hot with rage and despair.

mason is gone. he did not get a long, outdrawn torture or slow, suffering end. he died too quick, too easy, and there is no outlet for the betrayal and grief that margot simply does not know how to get rid of. but there's will. and he's standing there, feeling sorry for himself, and it is simply too much.

"you were never supposed to know. i was not going to demand child support or keep in touch with you, send an eighteen year old to your door and break your life apart when you least expect it. you needed a distraction, i needed a man to help me out. you played a role in william's suffering and death, and i hope you never sleep again."

perhaps she is being unfair. perhaps will was simply a pawn, perhaps he deserved to know his child. and in a way it is clear she doesn't actually despise the man standing beside her on the grass, as the sun sets over smooth stone engraved with a father's first name and a mother's last. she named the boy after will, gave the both of them that little gesture as she held the breathless infant in her arms.

every time she closes her eyes, she sees that. her baby, lips tinted aegean and smooth skin shades of ivory, chest still and voice silent because his heart no longer beat. fully grown, when alana cut him out and pulled him into margot's arms. ten fingers, ten toes. dark lashes and the sweetest ears margot had ever seen. will's nose, and lips. lips that were parted as if her son had been trying to take a breath.

every time she tries to sleep, she sees her lifeless son and remembers that she played an equal role. she was too late. too caught up in her loss to realise what mason had done, too busy being hurt and angry to search and save the baby. she was too late, and didn't do enough.

so she sends every breath of anger in hateful arrows aimed at will's heart. mason is gone, hannibal is locked away, and she can not allow her guilt and anger to truly turn inward; not when alana needs her to be all right. their baby, the pregnancy she is terrified to hope for, needs her to stay alive.

she throws the anger toward the man beside her, and then her knees give in and she drops into a slouched heap by the stone, running fingertips across the grooves that form william verger above a heart. her own heart is broken despite the pounding it does against her ribs, and there is no undoing it. no bringing him back.

eyes close in an attempt to force the tears back, and a familiar image travels across her inner eyelids. pale skin, a chest that doesn't heave with breaths, eyes that will never open.

she has no idea how to move past this.

#it matters to me ; writing #to tell the truth ; answered #they think i'm weird ; margot #tw loss #tw child loss #tw child death #rabid dogs are put down ; hannibal #immxvable #tw grief

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