“How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.”
“The beautiful part about killing someone with an icicle is the murder weapon melts and then evaporates. And your assassination can be fruit flavored!”
“She watched the sun bleed water out of the icicle. Warm and cold working together to make an icicle. Warm and cold anger working together to make a fury, a fury worthy enough to use as a weapon against the old things that still needed fighting.”
“Life's a funny thing. Sometimes you win, but in playing the game you always have to choose. I chose to wait for her. She chose to move on.”
“How simple death without weapons was. How safe for the killer.("Mind Over Murder")”
“My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.”