The Quiet Ones by Brandon Massey

The Quiet Ones

The Quiet Ones by Brandon Massey
English | 2020| Fantasy > Horrror| ePUB | 4.7 MB

Massey was born in Waukegan, Illinois. He grew up in Zion, a suburb north of Chicago. Brandon is a writer of thriller fiction who has at this writing six published novels, one story collection, and has edited three anthologies.

LOST
Twenty-five years ago, a jealous ex-boyfriend murdered Mallory Steele’s mother. With no close family to take in Mallory and her older sister, the girls became wards of the state–and were soon ripped apart, sent to live with different foster families.

THEN FOUND
Taken in by loving parents, Mallory went on to a successful career as an investigative reporter at an Atlanta newspaper. She hasn’t been able to find her sister despite her best efforts—until she discovers a promising connection on a genealogical website. Hoping for a reunion, Mallory sets off for the small town in rural Georgia where she believes her sister lives.

BUT NOTHING WILL EVER BE THE SAME
There, at Sanctuary, an old antebellum mansion deep in the murky backwoods, Mallory discovers her sister’s new family: a reclusive clan led by a secretive man known only as “Father.” Skeptical of Father’s revelation about her sister, Mallory plunges into the most important investigation of her life . . . but to unravel the mystery of her sister’s fate and the terrible secrets lurking in Sanctuary, Mallory must decide: is finding the truth always worth the price?

Liz wanted everything they didn’t have, Mallory realized. Their family was a tight circle comprised of only the three of them and had been for as long as Mallory could remember; never married, Mom had broken up with their father soon after Mallory’s birth, and to hear Mom tell it, the guy was either dead or in prison. Both of Mom’s parents had passed away, she didn’t have any brothers or sisters, and they didn’t have any aunts, uncles, or cousins. If any distant relatives existed, they probably were somewhere in Mississippi, where Mom had grown up and graduated high school before she moved to Atlanta, the so-called Black Mecca, to find a better life.

A “better life” had turned out to be a cramped apartment minutes away from an international airport that never stopped buzzing with traffic, a stressful job as a call center rep at an insurance company downtown, and two young girls that Mom raised on her own.

Mom wandered into the kitchen, wearing flip flops to let her freshly painted toes breathe. She rested her hands on the back of a kitchen chair and studied her daughter’s faces.

“Homework check,” Mom said. “Mallory?”

“Almost done,” Mallory said.

Mom nodded as if this was what she expected to hear and shifted her attention to Liz.

“I don’t have any homework,” Liz said. “I’m helping Mal with her paper.”

“You don’t have any homework?” Mom’s eyebrows arched in a skeptical scowl.

“No, ma’am,” Liz said.

Mallory braced herself to see her mother give Liz the third degree, but Mom only shrugged, as if she were too weary to continue the inquisition.

“I’ll take you at your word,” Mom said. “It’s your future on the line. You’re old enough to know better.”

“I really don’t have any homework,” Liz said. “Honest. I’m helping Mal.”

“All right, sweetheart, I believe you. It’s good that you two stick together and help each other.” Smiling a little, Mom touched Liz’s hair; with her other hand she patted Mallory’s shoulder. “No matter what, you girls always stay close, you hear?”

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