Written and posted because I needed something to do while I was pretending to write an essay on the experiences of Germans living in Australia WWI, to get out of doing chores... and because I discovered this show recently and Maura is pretty damn cool in her own quirky way.
'Queen of the Dead'
Maura Isles relished in her macabre and yet somehow beautiful title.
The words conjured up an image of dark tranquility in her mind, with her sitting high on a throne of shadows. The words did have a certain grace to them.
While others might deem such a title as an insult, Maura saw it as a sign of acceptance and respect.
She did deserve it after all. She was the woman who dealt with the dead…it was easier dealing with humans her way, when their entire existence could now only be examined in chemical compounds and liver temperatures. Temperamental, emotional humans only served to confuse her.
She was alone now, surrounded by the fleshy remains of what once was a human life, and as Dr. Maura Isles worked late into the night, the low light casting shadows over her occupied autopsy table- she was truly in her own world. The one she reigned over, and one people saw and accepted as hers and hers alone…intrusion only meant you were now on the table, totally, utterly and inescapably Maura's.
She wielded power over this domain of darkness. It was beautiful. It was ugly. It was hers.
Maura Isles was truly the Queen of the dead.