“Some girls work in shops or sell flowers. Some girls find husbands and play house. I assist a mad detective in investigating unexplained phenomena—like fish that ought to be cats but seem to have forgotten how. My name is Abigail… — 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
“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
“The real powers at play never take center stage. Don't follow the marionette, follow the strings.” — William Ritter Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“The only paths you can’t travel are the ones you block yourself—so don’t let the fear of failure stop you from trying in the… — William Ritter Copy Share
“That will suffice," Jackaby grumbled loudly from behind me. "Yes, yes. You are young and your love is a hot biscuit and other abysmally… — William Ritter Copy Share
