All the Devils Are Here (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #16)

by Louise Penny

How long it takes to build something, he thought, and how quickly it can all be destroyed. A look. A harsh word. A moment of distraction. A spark.

These are not the droids you’re looking for, she thought and almost shook her head. Jean-Guy had clearly rubbed off on her. The young flic examined the woman standing in front of him. Her tone said, I’m your mother’s age and harmless.

place. He was, perforce, a judge if not of character, then clothing. He quickly took in her bearing, her good-quality slacks, silk scarf, elegant autumn coat. Her style was classic.

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on,” quoted Monsieur

“Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.”

Hush, hush, she thought. Whisper who dares. Armand Gamache is saying his prayers.

“Hell is the truth seen too late,” said Reine-Marie as she poured out more coffee. “Thomas Hobbes.”

staring after him. When Daniel was out of sight, Armand raised trembling hands to his face and wept. For all the pain he’d caused. For all those hours, days, years they’d lost.

Carefree. Though he knew very few people were ever really carefree. But there were moments of bliss.