The Last Murder at the End of the World

by Stuart Turton

“Why were they fighting?” “We could always find a reason,” she replies. “We had different gods or different skin, or the fight had been going on so long we’d forgotten how to stop it. Somebody had something we needed, or we thought they were planning to hurt us. Often, it was as cynical as our leaders believing it would prolong their own power.”

Such are the rules of the village, he thinks. Every one of them was created to benefit those who’d never need to follow them.

“It was my job to support you, whatever you did.

Her preoccupation has been with asking questions rather than the consequences of finding the answers.

How could anybody, in good conscience, save a race that had witnessed the brutality of the fog and then decided to one-up it?”

We can’t call ourselves good people if we stand by and let terrible things happen.”

False hope can always be depended on for control.”