Quayle himself was a surprisingly elegant man of sixty…

There is sometimes a feeling in crime fiction that good writing gets in the way of story. I have never felt that way. All…

— John Connolly

He had quite liked the dwarfs. He often had no idea what they were talking about, but for a group of homicidal, class-obsessed small…

— John Connolly

I'm a ghost," said the small figure, then added, a little uncertainly, "Boo?

— John Connolly

“There is a price to be paid for everything, and it is a good idea to find out that price before you make the…

— John Connolly

“She was a round, curvy woman who, for Parker, brought to mind a figure assembled from a selection of soft fruits. Aside”

— John Connolly

“Prepare for the worst and you won’t be disappointed.”

— John Connolly

“When Louis relaxed, it was an indication that a threat was at hand and he was preparing to act, as when an archer releases…

— John Connolly

“The presence in the living room called to her, summoning her in a hundred voices and none, a great dissonant harmony alien yet familiar,…

— John Connolly

“Warraner would rather have been the king of nothing than the prince of something.”

— John Connolly

“had been like wandering into the wrong carnival sideshow, the kind that left one feeling sick and slightly soiled.”

— John Connolly

“think you just like tethering goats.” “Well, be sure to tell me when your rope begins”

— John Connolly

“David could tell, by looking at her face as she read, whether or not the story contained in the book was living inside her,…

— John Connolly

“Before she came ill, David's mother would often tell him that stories were alive. They weren't alive in the way that people were alive,…

— John Connolly

“Stories wanted to be read, David's mother would whisper. They needed it. It was the reason they forced themselves from their world into ours.…

— John Connolly

She was plump, with dyed red hair and a face so caked with cosmetics that the floor of the Amazon jungle probably saw more…

— John Connolly