The Hallmarked Man (Cormoran Strike, #8)

by Robert Galbraith

Most of all she felt a vast sense of self-recrimination, for not having managed her own body better, for having, as she saw it, brought this avoidable catastrophe upon herself.

‘No, you’re asking me to put my eggs first. My eggs and I are not the same thing.’

She couldn’t tell the people who were supposed to love her the truth, because they didn’t want the truth, they wanted her to be the person whose lies weren’t lies.

‘The look she gave me when I told her it had died, you’d think I’d fucking eaten it…

‘You’ll be fine,’ said Strike, ‘unless they’ve shoved prawns in your Egg McMuffin.’