In the Woods (Dublin Murder Squad #1)

by Tana French

The disembodied quality of the voices lent them an added knife-edge of horror, as if we were eavesdropping on two lost ghosts locked in some eternal and unalterable battle of wills.

I think French overplays the horror of this scene. Cassie isn't in danger-- she is just giving the performance of her life.

But before you decide to despise me too thoroughly, consider this: she fooled you, too. You had as good a chance as I did. I told you everything I saw, as I saw it at the time. And if that was in itself deceptive, remember, I told you that, too: I warned you, right from the beginning, that I lie.

This is damn annoying.

factly, that she was old enough to know the difference between intriguing and fucked up. “You should go for younger women,” she advised me. “They can’t always tell.”

Goddamn.

“Cassie,” I said. “Cassie, you’re not actually going to marry that boring little yokel. Are you?”

The world's biggest fuck-up.