Casey Hill > Quotes

“She settled her head back on her pillow, sighed deeply, and tried to relax, tried to let herself unwind and go back to sleep, but the harder she tried, the more sleep eluded her. Something was lurking there, hiding in a quiet corner of her mind, waiting to ambush her as soon as she started to drift off.”
― Casey Hill, Torn

“glad he had not been the one to deliver the”
― Casey Hill, Taboo

“How can this tainted world contain us, how can it contain our dreams? At night, in the freedom of my mind, the shackles of this mortal realm fall away as I soar above the fields and the farms, over forests and hills. I have always dreamed of flying – dreams like this are where the spirit comes alive, where we create our own rules, our own reality. Why should we let other people tell us how to live, or what is right and what is wrong? Flex your wings and soar with me, my little ones. Do you see our land below us? Is it not beautiful? The lake and the fields, the river and the trees, the horses running free beneath the sun. This is our world, our home, our sanctuary, and within it we are safe. Is that a dream? No, it is our reality.”
― Casey Hill, Hidden

“You like little girls, don’t you?’ Jess challenged. She stepped forward. ‘You want to touch my private parts, right? Go ahead then.’ And with that, she lifted her skirt and”
― Casey Hill, Taboo

“wearily, annoyed by her intrusion into”
― Casey Hill, CSI Reilly Steel Boxset

“Beyond the walls are cruelty and deceit, lies and pain, ageing and death.  As long as we are strong we can resist these things, but if we let our guard down, all manner of pestilence will enter.”
― Casey Hill, Hidden

“Getting out, they closed the car doors as quietly as possible, then crept across the muddy yard, Kennedy’s torch showing up the maze of puddles.”
― Casey Hill, CSI Reilly Steel Boxset

“that he’d been quadriplegic”
― Casey Hill, CSI Reilly Steel Boxset

“They gave the garda on duty all the details they could, showed them photos and old documents from her missing person case. And then the Dignams went home to continue doing the very thing they had spent the last two decades doing – wait.”
― Casey Hill, Hidden

“She had everything here, but like Eve, honeyed words made her want more, want something beyond love and happiness. And so she left us. So now I must again head out into the wicked world to find another, guide them to our home, and welcome them to the bosom of our family.”
― Casey Hill, Hidden

“bloody end of a milk bottle underneath”
― Casey Hill, CSI Reilly Steel Boxset

“Stephen and Julia Dignam entered the police station the following morning. Both were in their early fifties but looked older, the sleepless nights and worry taking their toll. Julia linked her husband’s arm through her own and in her other hand she held a ringbinder close to her chest. Written on the spine in faded ink was one word: Megan. The Dignam’s daughter had vanished without a trace twenty years before and every new story of a missing child or unidentified body brought back a new flood of familiar emotions – fear, hope, the possibility of closure after so many years.”
― Casey Hill, Hidden

“with such a distinctly macabre MO. ‘Right.’ She heard him exhale deeply. ‘Listen,”
― Casey Hill, Taboo

“That’s not Dante?’ Reuben grinned. ‘John F. Kennedy, actually. In the Inferno, Dante and Virgil pass by a group of dead souls outside the entrance to Hell. These individuals, when alive, remained neutral at a time of great moral decision. Virgil explains that these neutrals cannot enter either Heaven or Hell because they could not choose one side or another while on earth. They are therefore worse than the greatest sinners in Hell because they are abhorrent to both God and Satan alike, and have been left to mourn their fate as insignificant beings, neither hailed nor cursed in life or death, endlessly travailing below Heaven but outside of Hell.”
― Casey Hill, Victim

“raked”
― Casey Hill, Taboo

“can”
― Casey Hill, Serial

“Reilly usually played classical music – Bach for his calm, methodical style, Mozart when she needed something to lift her mood, or Beethoven to stir her emotions and keep her engaged if she was working late into the night.”
― Casey Hill, CSI Reilly Steel Boxset

“What Ockham’s razor says is that when faced with two theories, when the available data cannot distinguish between them, we should study in depth the simplest of the theories.”
― Casey Hill, Serial

“Colin O’Dea was trying to figure out the fastest way to murder his wife.”
― Casey Hill, Hidden

“I feel the weight upon me, the weight of expectation, of fear.  I have failed once before, and now the specter of failure looms over me again.  I have sworn to protect them, to shield them from a toxic world, but the fear has crept into our own world – the fear of uncertainty. Our safety is everything, it is what defines us, what makes us who we are.  We are complete, one family, one being, but now I see that our world is fragile.  Like an egg, our shell is all too precious, and once it is broken it can never be repaired, things can never be the same.”
― Casey Hill, Hidden

“But they were realists, and had long stopped hoping for the dream conclusion to their nightmare. They longed now just to know what had happened to Megan, to have a final resting place to visit, a place to lay flowers – somewhere their beautiful daughter could rest in peace. Their lives had ended the day Megan disappeared and finding her was their only desire while they were still breathing. Like so many others who’d made contact since the public appeal about the tattooed girls, the Dignams were compelled to come here, to have somebody listen to their story and to maybe find some truth – even if that truth meant hearing the worst news any parent could ever hear.”
― Casey Hill, Hidden

“apartment, stole your ID, could have bloody”
― Casey Hill, CSI Reilly Steel Boxset

“Well, the aunt of course,”
― Casey Hill, CSI Reilly Steel Boxset

“was typical. For reasons he couldn’t quite fathom, Father Byrne felt compelled to investigate what was making the magpies so excitable. He had plenty of time; it was just before eight, and worshippers wouldn’t begin to arrive for another half-hour or so.”
― Casey Hill, CSI Reilly Steel Boxset

“The cruelty of this world casts a spell on the innocents, and together we will punish those who do not know the beauty that lies beneath their nostrils, and who don’t deserve the blessings that have been bestowed upon them. I will revoke those blessings and bring them to a place where they belong –  beside me in paradise.”
― Casey Hill, Hidden

“Skunk? Was there skunk in Ireland? Taking out an evidence bag, she tried to pinpoint the area it seemed strongest, but it was impossible to tell. In any case, she swabbed a small area from the wall and then the ground, bagged them, and in addition picked up a sample of grit from the same area on the floor. The tower, with its two battered old wooden slat windows, was completely empty, save for some pigeon droppings. As birds didn’t urinate, Reilly already knew the foul smell definitely wasn’t coming from them. Moving tighter into the wall, she began stepping in concentric circles inwards, her gaze scanning the ground area. Then, her keen eye noticed some tiny bluish dots that were slightly incongruous amongst the grit and the droppings. She pulled out her tweezers and, bending low, carefully lifted one up for inspection. With some idea of what it was, she held it to her nose, sniffed, and removed all doubt. Rubber. Reilly’s mind raced, wondering if this was of any significance. Had the killer dropped it? Probably not. Whoever had hoisted that poor man up into the tree and slashed open his torso surely wouldn’t have then gone to the trouble of coming all the way up here to watch him die. Or would he? She craned her neck, looking upwards into the gloom, then made her way to the window. As she did, she let out a breath. There, framed perfectly in the opening as if it were a painting, was the hawthorn tree, the misfortunate victim dramatically hanging front and center. Leaving little doubt in Reilly’s mind that such positioning was completely intentional. It took a while, but eventually the local police managed to arrange for a mobile elevating platform to be sent to the site from the nearest town. The ME, having repositioned the man’s innards as best she could, wrapped the mutilated body in the tarpaulin and, with the platform operator’s assistance, accompanied it down to the ground, where she could examine it more closely. Reilly took a lint roller from her bag, took samples from the body and then concentrated her efforts around the perimeter of the tree, walking in concentric circles around the base amongst the humongous roots poking through the soil. Granted the victim was not a heavy man, but even so, it”
― Casey Hill, CSI Reilly Steel Boxset

“Look, all I know is that she didn’t, like, go out with lots of different guys. They digged her but really, she was just as happy on her tobler.’ The detectives both looked blank. ‘Her tobler?’ Melanie rolled her eyes. ‘Happy on her own? Toblerone?”
― Casey Hill, Taboo

“I dreamed of a haven, a place of infinite peace, of eternal beauty and everlasting happiness, and I found it – not in my dreams, but in reality.  It is a place of wind and earth, grass and water, horses and birds.  But what good is heaven when you are there alone? ”
― Casey Hill, Hidden

“When first I saw it moving across the waves I readied myself, stood steadfast, armed for the battle ahead. But then as she stood before me, the past no longer mattered. I was entranced. Her beauty held me captive, banished the demons that tormented me. Her words gave me strength; I knew what I must do. We had to be together, together in a place free from the pain and misery that had surrounded me for so long. We must find our sanctuary, a place fit for eternal beauty, somewhere the pain and sorrow of this world had no place. A land where I will be king and we will protect the righteousness of youth.”
― Casey Hill, Hidden

“Floating up to greet him was the bloated, distorted face of a man, his eyes protruding, skin purple with putrefaction, sewage spilling from his open mouth as he bobbed in the effluent pool.”
― Casey Hill, Victim