The Dark Corners of the Night Quotes

“But Keyes had told her what he thought of PhDs who demanded to be addressed as Doctor: they were hopeless narcissists”
― Meg Gardiner, The Dark Corners of the Night

“The concept behind behavioral analysis arose from a surprisingly straightforward insight: The criminal and victim must inevitably cross paths. When they do, at the crime scene, the offender’s conduct leaves behind clues that reveal his psychology, his personality, and, inevitably, his identity. He might leave evidence or take evidence with him. Might pose victims’ bodies, comb their hair, masturbate, cover their faces with a blanket. Bite them. Help himself to a beer.”
― Meg Gardiner, The Dark Corners of the Night

“This case is some WFS,” she said. “What’s that?” “Weird Fucking Shit.” Rainey gave a low laugh. “Need to find a key to opening his head,” Caitlin said. “Just be ready for what pours out.”
― Meg Gardiner, The Dark Corners of the Night

“Caitlin put down the sun visor. She’d been with the FBI for eighteen months, was officially still under Emmerich’s mentorship in the BAU, but had worked a slew of difficult, violent serial crimes. She was no longer a rookie. And this case chilled her.”
― Meg Gardiner, The Dark Corners of the Night

“Hunting serial predators was what Caitlin did. The more challenging and urgent the case, the more dangerous the UNSUB, the hotter her blood sang. The clearer her vision became. The wider awake she grew. The work was important. It kept people alive. It put killers in prison.”
― Meg Gardiner, The Dark Corners of the Night

“Winchester 30.06 shotgun”
― Meg Gardiner, The Dark Corners of the Night

“The Christmas tree was a dark pyramid in the living room corner. Presents hid beneath it, wrapping paper quicksilver in the moonlight. He absorbed the stillness. An electric hiss seemed to saturate the air.”
― Meg Gardiner, The Dark Corners of the Night

“The chill of the rain disappeared. The rain itself seemed to evaporate. The fatigue vanished. The night. Everything distilled to the brilliant pulsing bead of glass pain she herself had given rise to. She felt exhilaration and relief. She felt soothed and punished. She felt control.”
― Meg Gardiner, The Dark Corners of the Night