Julia Kardos

“can see willful obfuscation spread over you like marmalade on toast. I do not care for marmalade, madam, and I care less for secrets.”
― William Ritter, Ghostly Echoes

“That will suffice," Jackaby grumbled loudly from behind me. "Yes, yes. You are young and your love is a hot biscuit and other abysmally romantic metaphors, I'm sure. You do recall that you saw each other yesterday?”
― William Ritter, The Dire King

“So you’re a freak, too, huh?” sneered the big man. I couldn’t see Jackaby’s face, but I could almost hear the broad grin in his answer. “I’m not generally one for titles, but that is one I’ll embrace with pride.”
― William Ritter, Ghostly Echoes

“Wood nymphs,” said Jackaby.
“Not a real cheery lot, them,” observed Hudson.
“In retrospect, a library is a rather somber locale for their kind. A bit like housing a man in a graveyard. Well, a bit like housing a man in a graveyard in which his people’s bones have been mashed to a pulp and reconstituted into slim sheets, onto which one has scribbled a lot of silly words with pictures of monks and satyrs in the margins.”
― William Ritter, The Dire King