## The Hellbound Heart highlights
🔹 *parent* [[❞ The Hellbound Heart|The Hellbound Heart]]
🔸 *author* [[Clive Barker]]
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### Metadata
**title**:: The Hellbound Heart highlights
**author**:: Clive Barker
**category**:: books/highlights
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**modified**:: Sep 19, 2024
### Highlights
**Added October 16, 2024 at 8:32 PM**
[Location 268](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B000FC124G&location=268) 🟦
> *It seemed that when Frank appeared, once in a blue moon, from whichever corner of the globe he was presently laying waste, he only brought grief. His tales of adventures in the shallows of criminality, his talk of whores and petty theft, all appalled their parents. But there had been worse, or so Rory had said. In his wilder moments Frank had talked of a life lived in delirium, of an appetite for experience that conceded no moral imperative.* ^796992340
[Location 290](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B000FC124G&location=290)
> *Though it was never explicitly discussed, she had often wondered if the subsequent deterioration of her relationship with Rory had not started there: with her thinking of Frank as she made love to his brother.* ^796992341
[Location 526](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B000FC124G&location=526) 🟦
> *She garnered a good crop of admiring glances, but they were mostly from the Young Turks.* ^796992342
[Location 642](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B000FC124G&location=642) 🟦
> *“I’m glad you came,” she said. As she closed the door, she heard a sound not unlike laughter behind her, nor unlike sobs.* ^796992343
[Location 757](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B000FC124G&location=757) 🟦
> *She looked down at the floor; a dead man’s hand lay between them. For an instant she was almost overwhelmed by self-revulsion. All that she had done, and dreamed of doing, in the last few days rose up in front of her: a parade of seductions that had ended in death—all for this death that she had hoped so fervently would end in seduction. She was as damned as he, she thought; no fouler ambition could nest in his head than presently cooed and fluttered in hers.* ^796992344