The Running Grave (Cormoran Strike, #7)

by Robert Galbraith

‘An’ she wants to see ’er real dad an’ we ain’ got no idea where ’e is. ’E’s a cunt,’ said Shanker, ‘just not my kind o’ cunt.’

‘You agree with James, do you? Will’s an idiot?’ Strike took a sip of beer before answering. ‘I’d say people who join cults generally have something missing.’ ‘What about Giles Harmon? Rich, successful writer, really clever…’ ‘I’m with Orwell,’ said Strike. “Some ideas are so stupid, only intellectuals believe them”…

‘Why the hell do people join cults?’ mused Strike. ‘Why would anyone give over that amount of control of their lives?’ ‘Because

‘No. Was it good?’ ‘Fuckin’ dreadful,’ said Barclay. ‘Hour and a half of poetry and gardening. The wife loved it. I didn’t, because apparently I’m an insensitive prick.’

as though they leave with invisible suicide vests on them. Then the Drowned Prophet shows up and makes them detonate it.’