Ghostly Echoes (Jackaby, #3)

by William Ritter

I had been raised in privilege, always looking up a little wistfully at the aristocracy, hardly aware that there were people lower down on the social ladder who did not know the bother of having a maid put too much starch on a day dress. I had never thought about the children born in the dark.

The trolley was serving something that resembled tea, although I have come to realize that Americans are all too quick to bestow that title on any warm beverage that isn’t coffee.

uses a hundred little daubs of color, and then from a distance they all melt into one big lovely picture. When you’re right up close, though, it’s just beautiful madness.”

I felt ready for a second encounter with a paranormal predator like Pavel, but I had to admit that to an ordinary bear or wolf, we were mostly just well-seasoned.

She could avoid a whole lot of trouble and dress and act as they want her to, but she chooses to be herself. That’s brave.

Kindness is an act of bravery, I think, just as hatred is an act of fear.

Whatever else I am, I’m my own somebody—and I’m not done figuring out who that is just yet.”