Michael Combs

“He was a man with a son who stuttered and another probably on his way to becoming a juvenile delinquent and a daughter with a harelip who sneaked in at night from God knew where and a wife who resented his profession. Yet I knew it was not for himself or for any of us that he was praying. More likely it was for the parents of Bobby Cole. And for Gus. And probably for an asshole named Morris Engdahl. Praying on their behalf. Praying I suppose for the awful grace of God. 2 She wore a white terry-cloth robe and her feet were bare.”
― William Kent Krueger, Ordinary Grace

“She kept secrets, her own and those told to her. I guess you’d call it integrity”
― William Kent Krueger, Ordinary Grace

“She hung up and the room was a fist of silence.”
― William Kent Krueger, Ordinary Grace

“I generally played a little fast and loose with my resources but I figured hell, a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, especially in a stupid board game.”
― William Kent Krueger, Ordinary Grace