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

by Louise Penny

Madame and Monsieur Dyson were gone now. They’d crossed over to that continent where grieving parents lived. It looked the same as the rest of the world, but wasn’t. Colors bled pale. Music was just notes. Books no longer transported or comforted, not fully. Never again. Food was nutrition, little more. Breaths were sighs.

“We long to find home. After years and years of making war on everyone around us, on ourselves, we just want peace.”