#Lenora Hope

[pier-carlo-universe]

La casa sulla scogliera di Riley Sager: Un Mistero Avvolto dal Tempo

Riley Sager, autore di best-seller internazionali, ci conduce in una storia oscura e intrigante con "La casa sulla scogliera", un thriller psicologico che intreccia passato e presente, ambientato nella suggestiva e inquietante cornice del Maine.

Un thriller avvincente tra segreti del passato e tensione psicologica. Riley Sager, autore di best-seller internazionali, ci conduce in una storia oscura e intrigante con “La casa sulla scogliera”, un thriller psicologico che intreccia passato e presente, ambientato nella suggestiva e inquietante cornice del Maine. Con personaggi complessi e una trama ricca di colpi di scena, questo romanzo…

[in-dire-read]

The Only One Left (Book Review)

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (5 Stars)

Information

Author: Riley Sager

Genre: Thriller

Length: 383 pages

Format: Hardcover

Series: N/A

Summary

In 1929, the brutal Hope family murders shocked the Maine coast, with most assuming seventeen-year-old Lenora was the killer, though nothing was ever proven. Now in 1983, Kit McDeere arrives as Lenora's caretaker at the decaying Hope’s End, where Lenora, now mute and in a wheelchair, can only communicate by typing. When Lenora offers to reveal the truth about that night, Kit eagerly begins transcribing her story. But as details about her predecessor’s sudden departure emerge, Kit starts to wonder if Lenora might be hiding something—and perhaps even dangerous.

Thoughts

I loved how the public’s perception of Kat and Lenora cast them both as guilty, adding layers of complexity to their characters and making their motivations feel deeply nuanced. The ending completely took me by surprise; I don’t think I could have guessed it in a million years. Although I hate to admit it, the eerie rhyme the kids made up about Lenora was oddly catchy—darkly clever in its own way. Lenora’s urge to confide in her new caregiver about her family’s tragic murders felt so authentic and brought a real emotional depth to her character. Each character in this story had their own distinct charm and complexities, which made them fascinating to follow. I was especially intrigued by Carter’s possible connection to the sinister events at Hope’s End, which added an extra layer of suspense. Plus, reading Lenora’s point of view in her typed letters was a treat; it felt like stepping directly into her mind.

On the other hand, I couldn’t stand Mrs. Baker—she was utterly unlikable, and her constant resentment toward her own employer was grating. And then there was Mary’s sudden disappearance. Considering Lenora’s complicated history, I found it surprising that the local police didn’t seem more concerned. It felt like an oversight, especially given the heightened tension surrounding Lenora.

[myokk]

“Class, today we’re going to repot the baby mandrakes because they’re getting a bit too big for their current homes! Aren’t they cute?”

[outrageousfragarian]

in case anyone needs it i made a relationship chart of unova gym leaders mainly for oc stuff but can probably be used for canon relationship hcs as well :] example w my own oc below

[sconesfortea]

Countdown to the 60th anniversary rewatch | 3.03: Gridlock

[writtenbylenora]

don’t know who needs to hear this, but trying to smush your hopes down won’t make you less hopeful but it WILL make it so you can’t enjoy the good parts of hope and feel only the bad parts

[whollyjoly]

Moonlight - Lenora

what word do you use to describe the color of the ethereal nature of a moonbeam? a pale white-blue, an almost-silver, a color that is both of these and none of these? i may not have the words, but its what i think of when i think of you. something that can shift ever so slightly depending on the angle you tilt your head, that can turn the most mundane of objects into an otherworldly sight, that can create magic with whatever it touches. you walk along an old dirt road at night, you think you see nothing but mud and dull grass...but wait, out of the corner of your eye, you see the hue of the petals of a daisy glowing in the moonlight 🌕

Happiest of (slightly belated) birthdays to @mutantmanifesto!! ✨

This is a little late, but I hope you enjoy the vibes!! I realized that I didn't assign you a color during the positivity ask game (which I am so sorry for!), so I wanted to write a little something that made me think of you 🥰 I don't think I could give you a reason why this is what popped into my head, but once it did there wasn't anything else for you that felt right!

You are such an amazing human - I love swapping fic recs with you, I love seeing your beautiful art, and I just love seeing your name anytime it pops up! So thank you, thank you, for being an amazing member of this community and for just people a cool person 💕

(IMPORTANT photo cred: the middle drawing was down by none other than the amazing lenora themself!! its their pfp in the server, and i couldnt not use it with how beautiful it is! post can be found here)

other photo sources: x x x x x x x x

[norbiegrafton]

closed starter for @lencra

"lenora!" norbert's voice was strong and clear as he called out to her, tinged equally with both excitement and annoyance. he wasn't annoyed to see her, never would be - that was the source of his excitement. no, he was happy to see her, but utterly miffed that he'd had to climb so many damnable stairs to do it.

"very good to see you. yes. very good." it seemed an odd to exchange such meaningless pleasantries with one he had known as long as lenora, but he still managed to push them out anyway, to be polite. of course, in the process, he had quite forgotten he was not addressing his old friend, but a queen.

"i've just been to the battlements," he informed her. "fine craftsmanship, but my knees are ruined from getting all the way up there. i've no idea how you stand it."

[runninguplenorahills]

a little wip with a big fat gay heart over it to not give too much away 🕺

[manic-pixie-aquarius]

Special Interest going so hard i'm making fanart again

(WIP) I'm still learning how to make digital art but I had the idea of drawing El as a cheerleader❤️ kinda inspired by Sandy from Grease

[seasaltcosmos]

designing future!artemisia (or technically not her but shhhhh) was WILD

[pier-carlo-universe]

"La casa sulla scogliera" di Riley Sager. Misteri e segreti di una villa isolata: un thriller avvincente che intreccia passato e presente. Recensione di Alessandria today

"La casa sulla scogliera", di Riley Sager, è un thriller intenso e ricco di colpi di scena che tiene il lettore con il fiato sospeso fino all'ultima pagina.

“La casa sulla scogliera”, di Riley Sager, è un thriller intenso e ricco di colpi di scena che tiene il lettore con il fiato sospeso fino all’ultima pagina. La trama ruota attorno a un misterioso massacro avvenuto nel 1929 presso la dimora chiamata Hope’s End, situata su una scogliera battuta dal vento sulla costa del Maine. La giovane Lenora Hope, diciassettenne all’epoca, è sempre stata…

[gcuienveres]

who: @lencra where: the kings landing guest chambers of lady lenora lefford the morning of her wedding to prince jaehaerys of house targaryen.

they had been ten and thirteen the day she had first seen the words upon a perfect piece of parchment; in perfect calligraphy. the governess of golden tooth, charged with the education of the three daughters of house lefford had been extended the responsibility of handling the lessons of the lady of casterly rock as she came to visit. guinevere remembered blinking upon realising how much taller lenora had somehow grown over the space of some short months. of all the girls, it was she who appeared the most like her aunt; it were obvious to see when they stood side by side.

i fear a cage, within one of the two verses that had been written as part of the poetry they had been expected to study within the hour. i fear a cage. guinevere had not an inkling as to why those specific words had struck something within her heart, emerald hues looking up across the table at the ten year old features of lenora lefford. she avoided her gaze now, reflected back at her in the mirror as she clasped a necklace of diamonds and emeralds around her neck.

there was so much movement happening outside. an entire household readying to accompany them in a procession. guinevere herself would soon be leaving, wishing to allow the lefford siblings some time to themselves. to think of their mother, their father, who was not here this day.

somehow, the lines of time blurred, and she thought only of that single line once again. i fear a cage. what if the cage was better than the outside world? what if there were more than one cage, and in their desperation to escape one, they had stumbled into another? "you will write to me if you need help." her voice was low, looking at her own hands holding the heavy necklace around the neck of her kin. how badly she did not want to clasp it into place.

it felt as though, the moment she had clasped the necklace around the neck of the new bride to be that day, she had trapped lenora in the cage. whatever cage it was; glittering gold, or ablaze and dragonglass. she knew not of the discourse between the lefford siblings regarding the nature of the green prince: and yet, guinevere knew there was a reason why the lion king had not given his own blood to him. something about this morning felt as though they were dressed for mourning, rather than dressing to celebrate historic union.

one which lessens the tensions between the dragons and the lions. one in which one of their own could look over what lannister coin was funding within the crownlands, and the bankers and merchants of kings landing specifically. "or if you simply wish to talk." guinevere was not good at talking, at keeping up with lines of communication and friendships. they distanced and fizzled, at no fault of the other. she had grown to love minisa tarth, and now she barely thought of the woman. she had grown to like lucrezia redwyne. she had intended on writing to her. she did not - she never could.

"i will reply. i promise."

[couldfight]

a starter for @clericism !

jane stands in front of the mirror, fixing the witches hat onto their head. face is painted green, hair backcombed into some kind of frizzy mess, but she smiles as she looks at herself. ever since finding out about halloween, she's loved it. finding a new costume every year brings joy, & even though everything has changed & they're no longer in hawkins, they won't let that stop them.

knocking on her brother's door, she waits outside for him to reply. ❝ are you almost ready, will ? ❞

[ratgingi]

walking around the morgue layout in minecraft is very claustrophobic feeling which is good bc that means its accurate

[deimos-velaryon]

Closed starter for @lencra Setting: King Jaehaerys has expressed his rage and grief about the death of Queen Alicent. It is a matter of days before the New Valyrian forces are sent to the Marches (End of week 2 of the Valyrian Dornish war).

He saw Yna in his children. All three looked so much like her. They had her radiant skin, the shape of their lively eyes were like hers —only touched by the color of Deimos' forefathers. How he wished at least one of them had inherited her midnight gaze, fully black, so he could really see her eyes in theirs. Would he forget her eye color one day? He prayed not. Even despite his wishes, specific images of his mother, father and Aerion had already vanished. Perhaps the same would happen with Yna.

The Lord of Driftmark leaned against the railing, looking down to the courtyard, watching the maid who looked after and played with his children. Acheron and Aelora were pretending to run away from little Rhaenys, who was trying to catch them. It was evident the twins had slowed down their run to give a better chance at their younger sister to catch them. Deimos ought to be with them, instead he was walking in out of council gatherings, planning a war with his king.

For Yna, he kept thinking. In some ways, Jaehaerys' war was his as well, only he was fighting for an entirely different reason.

The Master of the Tides was awaiting to be called for another gathering, one last meeting to discuss the specifics of the deployment of his men to the Marches, and the ships that would enter via the Sea of Dorne. He heard a door open and close, and from it emerged the Queen consort, accompanied by her ladies. “Your grace,” Deimos said as he stood straight, hands behind his back, bowing his head before Jaehaerys' wife. One of the royal princes was in his mother's arms, the other carried by one of the ladies. “The princes are growing into strong, healthy boys,” he mentioned, a subtle smile as he looked at the little boys. Nephews of his. Cousins to the Velaryon children playing in the courtyard.