“What Rizzoli thought, staring at her own image, was that she hated Elizabeth Hurley for giving women false hope. The brutal truth was, there are some women who will never be beautiful, and Rizzoli was one of them.”

“Now we sit and wait,” the woman said, and she settled into a chair, the gun on her lap.“What are we waiting for?” Jane asked.The woman stared at her. Said, calmly: “The end.”

“We never know until the beast of opportunity is staring us in the face.”

“...Jane remained in her chair thinking about justice, about how the dead never benefited from it. For them it always comes too late.”

“Some people make choices hoping for the best; Korsak had made a choice simply to avoid the worst.”

“We're all violent. Especially when it concerns the ones we love. They're intimately connected, love and hate.”

“She pressed her fingers to the woman’s neck and felt icy skin.Bending close to the lips, she waited for the whisper of a breath, the faintest puff of air against her cheek.The corpse opened its eyes.”