You have no idea about presents or what they mean. The lastpresent you gave me was a stick.”“You wanted a weapon.”“It was a stick.”“It had a bow on it.”“It was a stick.”“I thought you liked the stick. You laughed.
Stairs, Valkyrie said, disappointed.Not just ordinary stairs, Skulduggery told her as he led the way down. Magic stairs.Really?Oh, yes.She followed him into the darkness. How are they magic?They just are.In what way?In a magicky way.She glared at the back of his head. They aren’t magic at all, are they?Not really.
Gordon Edgley’s sudden death came as a shock to everyone – not least himself. One moment he was in his study, seven words into the twenty-fifth sentence of the final chapter of his new book, And the Darkness Rained upon Them, and the next he was dead. A tragic loss, his mind echoed numbly as he slipped away.
I swear, talking to you is like talking to a really good-looking and mildly stupid brick wall.
I love you all, even those I don’t particularly like. That’s you, Beryl.
We’re not retreating, we’re advancing in reverse.’ –Skulduggery Pleasant
It’s not that I want you to go, it’s just that I don’t want you to stay. – China Sorrows –
An untied shoelace can be dangerous,’ he said.’I could have tripped.’She stared at him. A moment dragged by.’I’m joking,’ he said at last.She relaxed. ‘Really?”Absolutely. I would never have tripped. I’m far too graceful.
If anyone stops us, as long as we mumble something pretentious about the glory of death, we should be fine.
Just because an apple falls one hundred times out of a hundred does not mean it will fall on the hundred and first.
Of course I want to kill you, said Skulduggery. I want to kill most people. But then where would I be? In a field of dead people with no one to talk to.
Being a detective isn’t all about torture and murder and monsters. Sometimes it gets truly unpleasant…The fate of the world may depend on whether or not you can bring yourself to visit your relatives.