We can't hold on to anyone or anything, you know. We lose everything except that which we carry within us.

Alafair Burke is one of the finest young crime writers working today.

The universe conspires to reveal the truth and to make your path easy if you have the courage to follow the signs.

Everyone always talks about how well mothers know their children. No one ever seems to notice how well children know their mothers.

The truth has not so much set us free as it has ripped away a carefully constructed facade, leaving us naked to begin again.

It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present.

They don't find peace. It's pure bullshit. When something unspeakable happens, or when you do something unspeakable, it changes you. It takes you apart and reassembles you. You are a Frankenstein of circumstance, and the parts never fit back quite right and the life you live is a stolen one. You don't deserve to walk among the living, and you know it.