The Ghost Fields (Ruth Galloway #7)

by Elly Griffiths

‘We can’t own our fellow creatures,’ he once said as Thing dragged him along the beach, ‘we’re just permitted to share their space.’

‘Doctor Galloway?’ she says. ‘Have you got a few minutes?’ Ruth has time for anyone who uses her proper title. ‘Yes,’ she says.

I cannot live without my life. I cannot live without my soul. That’s all very well, Ruth tells Cathy, but sometimes you just have to.

She had intended to play it cool today, to be the mysterious, aloof professional. But it’s impossible to be a woman of mystery while eating a slice of pepperoni pizza.