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376 pages, Hardcover
First published January 6, 2015
They’d come to the Rockies thinking it was a place like any other they might have chosen: chronicled, mapped, finite. A fully known American somewhere. Now Grant understood that, like the desert, like the ocean, the mountains were a vast and pitiless nowhere. Who would bring his family—his children—to such a place?
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The man watched him. Then he looked down and with his forefinger began writing in the snow. He seemed to be working out some calculus but the figures he made resembled none Billy had ever seen…He glanced at Billy as a professor glances up from his notes, saw that Billy was listening and went on. “People don’t want to give dumb luck any credit for the turn in their lives, good or bad. People want to believe in some plan, or design, when all around them is the evidence that the whole world is nothing but dumb luck. Going back to the first cells in the ocean. Going back to the stars.
“I imagine that’s how Caitlin felt on her first morning in the Rocky Mountains, just before she began to run, when the sun was not quite up and the day was cold and new. There’s so much she doesn’t know, so many things that will happen to her and to her brother, Sean, and to her father and mother. But there, at the beginning of her run, at the start of her story, the world is nothing but good, her life is nothing but blessed, and I can feel the kick of her heart as she looks up to the mountains and thinks, ‘Ah yes—here we go. . .’”