“ The right sort of lie, I found, could serve better than the truth. ”
Joy recollected is indeed no longer the emotion itself.
~ Adam Mcomber
Just before he passed behind the hedge at the end of the drive, he turned to look back at Stoke Morrow and caught me spying on him. His shining eyes were so cruel, and before I could close the curtain, I saw the flash of an awful grin on his face. It was a grin that said he knew I'd come around. Sooner or later, I'd fall in line.
