Devoted in Death (In Death, #41)

by J.D. Robb

The few lights that worked cast purple shadows along with sickly yellow glows so the pools and splashes of them bloomed bitter, like a bruise.

Love, she knew—where once she hadn’t believed—could be quiet and sweet, and still hold the world.

“Whatever came before, whatever comes after, I know what love is because of you.”

“Whatever came before, whatever comes after, it’s you who’ve shown me love changes everything. Lifts everything. Gives everything.”