Mist spoke. “And now, Miss Sorrows, where do your loyalties lie?” China looked at her. “Where they have always lain, Madame Mist. With me.
They called us the Dead Men because they said we weren’t afraid of dying.
Valkyrie was thankful Fletcher was around. Finally, somebody who knew even less than she did.
I kill Cain,” Crux said, pointing a finger back at himself. “Me. Not you, not the vampire, not the idiot.” Scapegrace frowned. “Who’s the idiot?
Nothing says “all is good with the world” like exclamation marks, after all.
Darquesse is the sorcerer who destroys the world,” Finbar said. “And I mean she levels it. I’ve seen cities flattened, like a nuke had gone off. Everything’s burning. I see little snippets as it happens. This woman in black... Mevolent was nothing compared to this kind of evil.
The enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend.
Just the usual,” Valkyrie said before Skulduggery could answer. “People with strange names doing strange things for strange reasons.
I hope you burn in whatever hell you believe in.
Only a heathen would bring a gun to a swordfight.
Skulduggery,” the tall man said eventually, his voice deep and resonant, “trouble follows in your wake, doesn’t it?” “I wouldn’t say follows,” Skulduggery answered. “It more kind of sits around and waits for me to get there.
You’re a victim of a vampire bite. Do you really think this is an appropriate injury for a young woman to have?
He could wear a fez. Fezzes were cool. Hadn’t someone once said that fezzes were cool?
We can’t get a cat,” Valkyrie argued. “They don’t do anything except plot against you and multiply like Gremlins.
Being around you puts my life in constant danger. I’ve fought monsters and vampires and I’ve almost died twice, and you think they’d choose to kill you over a tattoo?
I don’t like your tone.” “I don’t like your shoes.
You shouldn’t feel guilty about enjoying something that other people don’t. Well, apart from torture, but that’s probably the only exception.
I’ll be sure to pass on the compliment when I’m hitting his face,” Skulduggery assured him.
People my own age don’t fight monsters, Tanith. If they did, I’d be hanging out with them a lot more.
There are three names for everyone. The name you’re born with, the name you’re given and the name you take.