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The deputy possessed that distinctly male quality of pretending to know where he was, even when he didn’t.
Better to join a ghost than to be haunted by them. Better no life than an empty one—
We are born, we are shadows, we cast shadows of our own, and then we are gone.
Killing a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one’s conscience to get in the way.
“What we control,” Juliette said, “is our actions once fate puts us there.”
“We can’t control where we are right now,” he mumbled, “just what we do going forward.”
It turned out that some crooked things looked even worse when straightened. Some tangled knots only made sense once unraveled.
