Warlocks are dark sorcerers on a dark path. They eat the souls of their enemies to absorb their strength. I haven’t gone up against one of them in... a long time. I didn’t think there were any left. – Skulduggery.
We’re all barbarians at our core. We’re all savage, murderous beasts. I know I am. I’m sure you are. The only difference between us, Mr Prave, is how loudly we roar. I roar very loudly indeed. How about you? Do you think you can match me? – China.
The enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend – Skulduggery Pleasant.
Skulduggery Pleasant walked off the battlefield, and Lord Vile walked into my Temple. – High Priest Tenebrae.
At a gesture, the window flew open and China vaulted out.
Valkyrie!” Melancholia called. “Please help me!
That’ll teach him to underestimate stupid people. – Ghastly.
We do what we must. We do what we can. We do what we will. We do what we... We don’t do what we won’t. – Scapegrace.
Until next time,” Hansard said, “when hopefully, you won’t have my father’s vomit in your hair.
Oh, we’re all mad around here, Ed! – Clarabelle.
Get away from my ex-girlfriend, you moany little whinge-bag. – Fletcher.
The dream of peace, you understand, is a dream that comforts everyone except the soldier on the battlefield. He can’t think about peace. He can’t hesitate. The soldier lives in the war. In combat, war is his mother, his friend and his god. To believe in anything else is suicide.
Here lies Valkyrie Cain, who died heroically after falling of a train.” At least it rhymed.
Punishment is not the answer. Punishment is easy. It’s lazy. Redemption is hard. Redemption makes you work.
Skulduggery tilted his head. “Do you have a car?” “Nope.” “Then we’ll take mine.” “Probably wise. I think I’ve forgoten how to drive.
What all this means is that he could be living across the street from me and I’d never know it. It means that I have not heard one single rumour about him in twenty years, and the fact that he is here and I didn’t know about it causes me no small amount of alarm and drives me to unimaginable fury. I am, however, hiding it well. – China.
Mum, Dad, Fergus... this is Skulduggery Pleasant.
Me? Stay out of trouble? Shouldn’t be a problem in the slightest? – Valkyrie.
You can punch me all you like,” he began and Skulduggery said, “Oh, good,” and hit him.
Zombies were an accident – much like champagne and penicillin, but much less welcome. Necromancers weren’t working on a way to turn people into shambling pieces of unintelligent rot-” – Kenspeckle.