The Last Murder at the End of the World

by Stuart Turton

Love is simply a matter of what people need, and what they lack. It’s two broken things fitting together for a time.

everything we fear finds us eventually, so there’s no point trying to outrun it.

Sometimes the only way to win a game is to let the pieces think they’re the ones playing it.

There are moments in history when entire empires, whole branches of the future, rest precariously on the words of a single person. Usually, they’re not even aware of it. They don’t have time to plan, or consider. They simply open their mouths and speak, and the universe takes on a new pattern.

Purpose is something which must be given, or it will be endlessly sought.

I’ve watched hundreds of villagers lose loved ones and I’ve learned that the only guaranteed defence against grief is not loving at all.

‘She was afraid,’ says Seth softly. ‘Powerful people usually are,’ replies Thea. ‘They have the most to lose.’