We leave Louise Penny’s A Fatal Grace wishing almost painfully for the warmth of friendships that last from childhood to forever. In the midst of a snow-covered town with painters, dog-lovers, and the most special bistro, a newcomer arrives. Cold and needy, she brings with her a nobody named Richard Lyons who she wed because his name echoes Richard the Lionheart. Royalness remain elusive. She turns violent. We long for her not to shatter the town.
Lost and ruthless
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