A Novel Way to Die (Nevermore Bookshop Mysteries, #6)

by Steffanie Holmes

“How am I supposed to get the twenty-seven hours of daily sleep recommended for a healthy feline with that racket?”

I had to work through that fear until I could see my vision emerging from the chaos. The only way out was through.

“Our love story has already been written. Sometimes, life doesn’t give you the happily ever after. But that doesn’t mean you can’t make a tragedy into something beautiful. Your mother is in every word I wrote, and those words have inspired lovers and writers and artists for centuries.

“I don’t understand.” “Yes, you do. You know that stories create the world. You work in a bookshop. You know the power of words. Stories are what connect us, shape us, bring us into existence and snuff us from history.”

“The reality of this, and what’s beyond all this, is too complex for the human mind to conceive. But stories give form to the universe, order to the chaos, substance to the unknown. Stories give us beginnings and middles and endings. Stories take our base instincts and weave love and heartache and redemption and pleasure and forgiveness into every word, until we believe ourselves to be essential to the plot rather than being swept along by it. Is it any surprise to you that your story has brought you here?”

“You know that’s not how it works. But you do not have to be sad. Old storytellers never die. They simply disappear into their own tales.”

we were the writers of our own stories.