Looooong time fangirl of Strange Paradise, which followed Dark Shadows on my station (and we had only 3 stations then ) and my long standing admiration for Colin Fox. Personal fixation with all ghost hunting, paranormal shows and subject matter.
omfg and then annie asked jean-paul out
and he had like this ~evil tone to his voice and is JACQUES COMING BACK
PLEASE OH MY GOD
“free”
jacque you are basically a fourteen year old left alone for the weekend
a 14 year old with a palate for better brandy
WHATEVER HAS HAPPENED TO HIM WHEREVER HE IS
HE
WILL
BE
AVENGED
dramazoom
emily likes books and she is a qt
and then this is the illustration that scared her and uhm
honey i think it’s time to go home
I WILL LOVE HIM AND KEEP HIM AND CALL HIM GEORGES
“i’ve taken on a gamble,” jacques tells her. he holds her close, and erica feels his hand behind the fabric of her dress, the warmth of his skin against hers, his lips moving against her jawline as he says, “with your husband.”
“my husband?” erica pushes him away, incredulous, one hand on his shoulder before she throws her head back and laughs and pulls him toward her again. he spins her and everything is a blur but the glistening lamps; hell is not at all what erica expected. there is no fire, no misery - but an underworld of those pleasures she’d grown accustomed to on the island. she has not thought of jean-paul in days. not when jacques is so near, arms around her, never out of her sight. “and what’s the wager?”
jacques says nothing at first, leading her through the ballroom and into a dramatic dip. overtop of her, his head lowers and he whispers in her ear, “you, of course,” before jerking her body upward, but her mirth is left behind. erica does not respond, fingernails digging into the back of his hand. clinging.
diane, 6:03 pm.
left the mainland. now en route to the island of maljardin. that’s french, diane. “the garden of evil.”
there’s talk, and plenty of it. some about the desmonds themselves, some about a supposed curse of the island. par for the course, with a name like that - but if it puts me closer to discovering what happened to erica desmond, it’s something i’ll have to endure.
aka dale cooper solves a mystery on the worst soap opera in the world ever and comes into contact with talking portraits.
I had this book. My mother threw it out…. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
