“Now," said Brandons low, cold voice. "Lets not be rude eve.”

“Tell me he’s not talking to Brandon,” Claire said.“Um… Ok. He’s not talking to Brandon.”“You’re lying.”“Yeah. He’s talking to Brandon. Look, let Shane do his thing, okay? He’s not as stupid as he looks, mostly.”

“Justice," she said. " I've heard that word. It's a cold world. I tried it out," she said, still speaking in that low voice. "I wrote it down. I wrote it down several times and always it looked like a damn cold lie to me. There is no justice.”

“I love you," I said in a low, intense voice. "I will always love you, no matter what happens now.”

“You’re mad,” he said in a low voice, “if you think I would leave you now. I’ll see you safe and well no matter what it takes.”

“She walked, and with each step she let another inch of the long furl of her expectations go. The place itself was like a steady hand, a low voice, a very old person who'd seen too much to get overexcited anymore. Stop now a minute, it said. Stop searching.”