Along with the rage, the sorrow, there is, almost unbelievably—and I must say to myself again and again—at least an equal measure of grace that lives alongside them: it counters, moves among, surrounds, and suddenly reforms them—a momentary synthesis. And there is no fall from that place because that place is always there, everywhere—high and low, long and wide—if we just remember, if we just have faith. And if it doesn’t seem to be within us, if we for a time lose that refining power, it certainly is around us—
—Michael Thomas, The Broken King: A Memoir (Grove Press, August 5, 2025)
















