A Rule Against Murder (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #4)

by Louise Penny

“Suivez-moi,” she

Elliot Byrne seemed to have breached the boundary

“But I also believe it’s not the truth about others that will set you free, but the truth about yourself.”

them to soar. To find, if not heaven, then at least happiness. Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,” said Gamache. “You quoted the poem ‘High Flight’ when we first talked.”

embers around the stuffed lamb au jus wrapped in herbs and foil and buried before dawn. The meshoui, the traditional Québécois celebratory meal.

She taught me that life goes on, and that I had a choice. To lament what I no longer had or be grateful for what remained.

“Peter’s perpetually purple pimple popped.”

father. Alliteration.”

These dancers, under the cane of Ruth Zardo, were more like dervishes, dancing and whirling and whooping and laughing, but always in rhythm.

But he saw a murder.

How. How a father had walked off his pedestal and crushed his daughter.

The mind is its own place, can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven,”

Soeur Marie Angèle and her famous cooking show. Midi Avec Ma Soeur.

“I count my blessings.”

“We’re all blessed and we’re all blighted, Chief Inspector,” said Finney. “Every day each of us does our sums. The question is, what do we count?”