A Trick of the Light (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #7)

by Louise Penny

“I’m fine,” said Clara. “Fucked up, insecure, neurotic and egotistical?” asked

Still the dead one lay moaning. I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.

no good ever came from putting up walls. What people mistook for safety was in fact captivity. And few things thrived in captivity.