Ruth Violet

“And there was nothing in his life he could remember fearing as much as he feared knocking on the bright blue door of that old stone house.”
― J.D. Robb, Portrait in Death

“A thin snow started to spit out of grumpy gray skies. Which meant, Eve knew, that at least fifty percent of the drivers currently on the road would lose a minimum of one-third of their intelligence quotient, any skill they’d previously held at operating a vehicle thereby turning what had been the standard annoying traffic into mayhem.”
― J.D. Robb, Devoted in Death

“You're courageous enough to do something that in some part of your heart you see as cowardly.”
― J.D. Robb, Divided in Death

“give details, professional courtesy”
― J.D. Robb, Brotherhood in Death