Amber

“Sir? What are you doing?” I asked. “Investigating,” Jackaby replied flatly. “Well, you can’t just walk into someone’s yard unannounced. Besides, doesn’t investigating usually involve questioning people?” “I’ve nothing against people as a general rule, but people don’t tend to have the sort of answers I’m looking for.” The fence post just above Jackaby’s head exploded in a spray of splinters with a resonating BLAM! A woman stood in the open doorway across from him, a plain white apron tied around her waist and a fat-barreled rifle in her hands. “Of course, people do have a way of surprising you from time to time,” my employer added. The”
― William Ritter, Beastly Bones

“Is it...Richard Frederic?"
"No, and I am not going to--"
"Russell Francis?"
"No. You're being--"
"Rumpelstiltskin Finnegan?"
Jackaby sighed. "Yes, Miss Rook. Rumpelstiltskin. You've found me out. I am the devious imp of the fairy tales.”
― William Ritter, Beastly Bones

“Failure is not the opposite of success—it’s a part of it. And as failures go,” he added with a lopsided grin, “this one was really spectacular, wasn’t it?”
― William Ritter, Beastly Bones

“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 first place.”
― William Ritter, Beastly Bones