Undone (Will Trent, #3)

by Karin Slaughter

though she couldn’t imagine Amanda Wagner primping anything. Sharpening her claws, maybe, but her hair was a structure that defied primping.

“Your partner is a fucking lunatic. One hundred fucking percent.” Faith agreed—Will was never one to do things halfway—but she never badmouthed her partner unless it was to his face.

How many pieces of yourself could you lose and still go on?

This quote

“Putting that calendar to use, I see.” “It’s the most thoughtful gift you’ve ever given me.” Leave it to Amanda to give a functional illiterate a word-a-day calendar for Christmas.

the world seemed to pay more attention when a beautiful woman disappeared.

He was getting laugh lines around his eyes, and she used to kiss them and think about how wonderful it was to be growing older with this man. And now, when she looked in the mirror and saw a new line on her own face, a new wrinkle, all she could think was that she was growing old without him.

This entire passage may be the saddest thing ive ever read

Sara still wasn’t sure how long she had grieved—or if, in fact, she had ever stopped at all.

What did it matter? What did she need arms or legs or hands or feet for if she could not run to him, if she could not hold him and touch him anymore?

Sara had never thought of herself as the type of woman who needed a man to complete her life, but somehow, Jeffrey had come to define her, so that without him, she felt untethered.

Maybe that was the real genesis of the grief she felt—not just that she had lost Jeffrey, but that she had lost herself.

And so she had had no choice but to pull herself back together, to turn back the process of coming undone.

God, i love this line. Pure poetry

She was going to make Faith’s life miserable in the way that only a woman can make another woman miserable for doing the things that most women do.

For all her complaints about her partner, Faith had a deep devotion to the man. She was at times his navigator, his buffer against the world and his big sister.

There was no way to make sense of it, though: What had been done to those women was not the product of a sound mind.

“Why is it that the more beautiful the woman, the more horrendous the crime?”

She might hate her partner right now for being a pussy, but she would kill herself before she exposed him to any more scrutiny.