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A review by meli65
The Sins of the Wolf by Anne Perry
5.0
This was the best yet. The ending made me gasp out loud! So good.
Also, am hoping for my children's sake that these words will not ring so true in future years, but to read this in the depths of 2017 is also quite something:
"'And words,' he went on, his face burning with the fierceness of his emotion. 'Words are our means of communication, that which raises man above the beasts. We can think, we have concepts, we can write and pass our beliefs from one land to another, one generation to the next. Pollute our relationships with flattery and manipulation, our language with lies, propaganda, self-serving use of images, the prostitution of words and meaning, and we can no longer reach each other. We become isolated. Nothing is real. We drown in a morass of the sham, the expedient. Deceit, corruption and betrayal . . . they are the sins of the wolf.' He stopped abruptly, staring at her as if he had only just that moment really seen her.
'The wolf?' she urged. 'What do you mean? What wolf?
'The lowest circle of hell,' he answered slowly, rolling the words as though one by one. 'The last pit of all. Dante. The three great circles of hell. The leopard, the lion and the wolf.'"
(Italics are mine)
Also, am hoping for my children's sake that these words will not ring so true in future years, but to read this in the depths of 2017 is also quite something:
"'And words,' he went on, his face burning with the fierceness of his emotion. 'Words are our means of communication, that which raises man above the beasts. We can think, we have concepts, we can write and pass our beliefs from one land to another, one generation to the next. Pollute our relationships with flattery and manipulation, our language with lies, propaganda, self-serving use of images, the prostitution of words and meaning, and we can no longer reach each other. We become isolated. Nothing is real. We drown in a morass of the sham, the expedient. Deceit, corruption and betrayal . . . they are the sins of the wolf.' He stopped abruptly, staring at her as if he had only just that moment really seen her.
'The wolf?' she urged. 'What do you mean? What wolf?
'The lowest circle of hell,' he answered slowly, rolling the words as though one by one. 'The last pit of all. Dante. The three great circles of hell. The leopard, the lion and the wolf.'"
(Italics are mine)