The Chaos Kind (John Rain, #11, Livia Lone, #5)

by Barry Eisler

Trauma never went away. You could try to block it, or bury it, or bludgeon it into submission. But something with that much power couldn’t really be contained. The best

you could hope for was a way to channel it.

if there was one thing she had learned in this man’s world, it was the danger of doing anything that could be disparaged as “emotional.” Men could shout, they could

rant, they could even cry, and they were just being assertive, or passionate, or caring. But for women, the same behaviors were bitchy. Or unhinged. Or worst of all, weak.

If you want to get something you never had

before, you have to do something you’ve never done before.

compared to doing nothing?”