The Hunger

by Alma Katsu

It was untrustworthy, that snow: It hid crevices, steep drop-offs. Snow kept secrets.

He hoped Christian decency would keep these men from lying to them outright, but he’d been disappointed by Christian goodness in the past.

She had always been taught that the punishments for one’s sins worked in mysterious ways. That sometimes even small misdeeds could have great, unforeseen consequences.

“I don’t believe in monsters,” Stanton said. “Only men who behave like them.”