Paige

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

“He glared at his mother’s back as she went through his bureau. “Why did you invite Chant for tea?” His mother sighed and turned, holding a dressing gown. She tossed it to him. “I suppose it’s too much to ask you to dress correctly, but I am old fashioned enough to believe one ought to at least cover one’s nipples before taking tea with friends.”
― 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

“Gale looked sideways at him, then down at the news sheet. “Still pretending you read?” “I’ll have you know, I am up to volume three of The Maiden Diaries, and Gale… there are certain objects that I simply do not feel should be put up one’s orifices.” “That’s probably true.” “And yet it all turns out so well for those characters.” “It’s just fantasy.” “Yes, but can a shallot—?”
― J.A. Rock, A Case for Christmas