Generally my typical books have lots of twists and turns a big surprise ending and then usually another surprise at the end and ideally, as in Garden of Beasts, we get to the very end and we find at the last few pages that there's yet another surprise.
War is idiocy. We live on a small, small planet, and what we do to others is what we do to ourselves.
I feel horribly vindicated. Three thousand people died who didn't have to die.

