"I'd do anything to be with you, right now, right this moment, so I could hold your hand, look at your face, listen to your voice."
Chapter 1, p. 1

"She was pink cheeked and healthy, as if she'd just come in from milking cows rather than policing London streets."
Chapter 1, p. 15

"I dreamed of the color red: Pantone numbers PMS 1788 to PMS 1807 - the color of cardinals and harlots, of passion and pomp; cochineal dye from the crushed bodies of insects; crimson; scarlet; the color of life; the color of blood."
Chapter 2, p. 33

"I used to think "stillborn" sounded peaceful...Now I think it's desperate in its lack of life, a cruel euphemism packing nails around the fact it's trying to cloak."
Chapter 3, p. 44

"I looked at him. His eyes were closed, as if asleep. His eyebrows were just a pencil line of down, barely formed and impossibly perfect...