The Huntress

by Kate Quinn

“He’s not God, Yelenushka. Just another sack of Party horseshit in a suit.”

It was the most thoughtful thing he’d ever heard her say. Ian sat back, looking her over. “I had no idea my wife was a philosopher.” “Is a Russian thing. Sit around, drink too much, talk about death.” She pushed her empty plate away. “It makes us cheerful.”