The Brutal Telling (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache #5)

by Louise Penny

Many native tribes believed evil lived in corners, which was why their traditional homes were rounded. Unlike the square homes the government had given them.

“Chaos.” The word was whispered and disappeared into the darkness, where it curled into a corner. And waited.

he knew what a forgotten, and precious, quality “nice” was.

Three Pines sat just kilometers from the Vermont border

These days it was a triumph if she walked across a room and didn’t step on something that squeaked.

Lacoste exhaled and looked at Agent Morin. If the light was just right, catching this slight young man’s face just so, he looked like an idiot. But he clearly wasn’t.

She knew something powerful, something most people never learned. That people made their own fortune. It made her formidable.

“Most unhappiness comes from not being able to sit quietly in a room.”

the possibility of turning left when he should have gone right. Of dismissing a lead, of giving up on a promising trail. Or not seeing one in his rush to a conclusion.