a heartless, empty shell.

The Roundhouse was a complete shell. It was absolutely empty, lying derelict for years.

Look at what he utterly obliterated: Danielle van Dam. We need go no further than that,

I didn't plan to meet her there. She was with two of her friends, girlfriends, having a good time, just playing pool with people and joking around.

Home is where the heart is, I thought now, gathering myself together in Betty's Luncheonette. I had no heart any more, it had been broken; or not broken, it simply wasn't there any more. It had been scooped neatly out of me like the yolk from a hard-boiled egg, leaving the rest of me bloodless and congealed and hollow.
I'm heartless, I thought. Therefore I'm homeless.

I pictured myself the Queen of Hearts as sort of embodiment of ungovernable passion - a blind and aimless Fury