I hope you burn in whatever hell you believe in.

Have you ever heard the phrase, better to be bored than dead?

You shouldn’t feel guilty about enjoying something that other people don’t. Well, apart from torture, but that’s probably the only exception.

He moved and she moved and he died and she put her sword away.

Ghastly and Anton have been murdered. Ravel’s betrayed us. Valkyrie is... gone. The Dead Men have had their last stand and we’ve fallen, Saracen. The three of us are all that remain. – Skulduggery.

I wasn’t always who I am now. No one ever is. I’ve spent my entire lifetime becoming who I am. Finally, I’m here and I’m old. It’s depressing, it really is.

Look at the face I don’t have, Craven, and tell me if it looks like I care.

The trick, you see – ” “Is to never assume anything,” she finished.

Somewhere out there is another homicidal lunatic who needs guidance. Go to that homicidal lunatic, Cadaverous. Go to him.

This is a very important undercover operation which you are endangering just by talking to us.” He opened his jacket. “Look, I have a gun. I am Detective Inspector Me. This is my partner, Detective Her.” The traffic warden frowned. “Her?” “Me,” said Stephanie. “Him?” “Not me,” said Skulduggery. “Her.” “Me,” said Stephanie. “You?” said the traffic warden. “Yes,” said Stephanie. “I’m sorry, who are you?” Stephanie looked at him. “I’m Her, he’s Me. Got it? Good.