What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney?
When the lightning strikes shadows on the bedroom wall and the rain
taps at the window with its long fingernails?
When fear and cold make a statue of you in your bed, don’t expect hard-boned and fleshless truth to come running to your aid.
What you need are the plump comforts of a story.
The soothing, rocking safety of
The Thirteenth Tale, Diane Setterfield