Paige

“More often than not, the moves he made during an investigation were based on feelings. Wretched things, feelings—though they were certainly preferable to sentiments.”
― J.A. Rock, A Case for Christmas

“Was this what it was like to be in love? Did it make a man stupid? It had certainly made Hartwell stupid, but if love was a plummet into idiocy, Hartwell had only been standing on a step stool to begin with. Gale was standing on a chimney sweep’s ladder and had a lot farther to fall.”
― J.A. Rock, A Case for Christmas

“Fernside took the body?” “Oh, certainly.” Darling’s teeth caught what little light there was on the street as he grinned. “This one’s Fernside’s dream. The poor bastard had six fingers.” Gale stood so still that for a moment it seemed the whole street might merely be set dressing—a backdrop for the stage that Gale could lift of its hooks and shake out, leaving utter darkness in its place. “Six fingers,” Gale repeated. And wasn’t he wide awake now? The dead man was Howe.”
― J.A. Rock, A Case for Christmas

“Everyone is a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced that I am yours. I will be it.”
― Captain Flint