Chapter 22

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠It is a depressing law of life that worries invariably hunt in packs. If it were just a matter of one yelping little annoyance that barked at your heels, you could frighten it away with a laugh; but when a ravenous horde gets on your trail with the grim determination of running you to earth, it is quite a different matter.

Donald Morley, pacing the terrace at Angora Heights on a certain dark night