The Brutal Telling (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache #5)

by Louise Penny

“It’s called ‘Colm Quigley.’ My favorite.”

Was that where most murders began? Did they start as words? Something said that lodged and festered. That curdled. And killed.

“The point isn’t to make a fortune,” said Gabri, turning to him gratefully. “The point is to know what’s enough. To be happy.”

This murder was about fear. And the lies it produced. But, more subtly, it was about stories. The tales people told the world, and told themselves.

The leaves had fallen from the trees and lay crisp and crackling beneath his feet. Picking one up he marveled, not for the first time, at the perfection of nature where leaves were most beautiful at the very end of their lives.