The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle

by Stuart Turton

How lost do you have to be to let the devil lead you home?

Anger’s solid; it has weight. You can beat your fists against it. Pity’s a fog to become lost within.

“Well, what else would you call a second chance?” she asks. “You don’t like the man you were. Very well. Be somebody else. There’s nothing stopping you, not anymore. As I said, I envy you. The rest of us are stuck with our mistakes.”