She’d chosen a perfect night for thieving. The Seine rippled a dull, gunmetal gray in the moonlight, and a concealing mist snaked low over the dirty water, blanketing the faint, fetid odor of refuse and rotten fish. Notre Dame lay behind her, Pont Royal to her left, though it was called Pont de L’égalité nowadays. Everything had a different name since the Revolution. Including the woman in front of him. So starts this book, which is a written by a debut author who is one […]