The Coffin Dancer (Lincoln Rhyme, #2)

by Jeffery Deaver

Lincoln Rhyme didn’t necessarily mind the idea of dying. But there were too many ways to die; he was determined not to go unpleasantly.

Men love to look at gorgeous women, but nothing intimidates them more.

He uses people but he doesn’t trust them.”

“Well, some people’d say that’s not exacly how you, you know, figure out what’s good or bad.”

Fate is the hunter . . .

“So, that’s it, Sachs. It has nothing to do with Percey. And as much as I wanted you to spend the night—to spend every night—I can’t risk loving you any more than I do.”