Lightning Strike (Cork O'Connor, #0)

by William Kent Krueger

He said we all stumble in the dark, but that’s why the Great Mystery gave us voices, so that we can call out, seeking others in that dark. And we were given hands so that we can reach out to help one another. Alone, the darkness swallows us. But together, we help each other through.

“Sometimes I wish things would never change.” “That is like trying to stop the dawn,” Meloux said. “Better, I think, to open yourself to what each new day offers.” “What if it offers only pain, Henry?” Cork’s father said. “In my experience, pain is never the only offering. What we receive depends on what we open our hearts to.”

In your Catholic church, you call it heaven. What does it matter, the name we give it?” His shoulders lifted in a little shrug, as if to confirm that this was of no importance. “Every heart wants to find peace. In the end, that is the place the Creator takes us.”

‘It seems to me more and more, Sam, that we don’t choose our lives. Our lives choose us.’ Then

‘I’m grateful this life has chosen me.’ ”