“Ah, yes. The aura is faint—shrouded or possibly just residual. It’s terribly familiar. Sort of a . . . how to explain the color . . . sort of a lumpy bluish with a hint of peril. No, that’s not… — William Ritter Copy Share Image
“It looked like precisely the sort of place where a living body might go if it wanted to become a dead one.” — William Ritter Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t that I did not believe in ghosts; it was that I believed in them in the same noncommittal way that I believed… — William Ritter Copy Share Image
“The real powers at play never take center stage. Don't follow the marionette, follow the strings.” — William Ritter Copy Share Image
“I never found a book that did not have at least a little magic in it” — William Ritter Copy Share Image
“He might not have both oars in the water, but his course is sound.” — William Ritter Copy Share Image
“The most frightening monsters are monsters’ mothers. Just ask Beowulf.” — William Ritter Copy Share Image
“Hell of a sight. She let out a scream and just fell to pieces. Can't say I blame her. Like I said, this sort… — William Ritter Copy Share Image
“The man had no portraits or photographs, but he had slowly surrounded himself with mementos of a fantastic past. Each little item, by the… — William Ritter Copy Share Image
“Those things aren't magical." "Of course they're magical! Argh! You infuriating man! If a unicorn came and sat in the corner of your office… — William Ritter Copy Share Image
“Wood nymphs,” said Jackaby. “Not a real cheery lot, them,” observed Hudson. “In retrospect, a library is a rather somber locale for their kind.… — William Ritter Copy Share Image
“Do you really think he'll still help you if you murder me?" I said, horrified. Pavel snorted. "Do you really think he'll let the… — William Ritter Copy Share Image
