Beastly Bones (Jackaby, #2)

by William Ritter

The beasts he hunts are generally still alive.” Mr. Hudson looked up from the glass box. “Not really sportin’ to hunt the dead ones, is it?” “I believe my employer is referring to hunting fossils—which is actually quite a challenge.

“Your missing foot is most peculiar indeed, Mr. Lamb—or else there is something even more peculiar afoot.

What could be worth killing for, but not worth keeping?

Behind every great man is a woman who gave up on greatness and tied herself into an apron.

But do you want to be safe and happy, or do you want to be great?”

“So often,” Jackaby said, “people think that when we arrive at a crossroads, we can choose only one path, but—as I have often and articulately postulated—people are stupid. We’re not walking the path. We are the path. We are all of the roads and all of the intersections. Of course you can choose both.”

“The most frightening monsters are monsters’ mothers. Just ask Beowulf.