Don’t kill me,” he sobbed as he lay there. “Oh God, please don’t kill me.” “If you had let me finish,” Skulduggery said, slightly annoyed, “you would have heard me say, ‘Come out, we’re not going to hurt you’. Idiot.” “He probably wouldn’t have said idiot,” Valkyrie told the sobbing man. “We’re trying our best to be nice.” The man blinked through his tears, and looked up. “You’re... You’re not going to kill me?” “No, we’re not,” Valkyrie said gently, “so long as you wipe your nose right now.

That's a shame. I'm sure somebody, somewhere, cares.

Even as she'd been writing it, she wondered if she was using too many exclamation marks, but she was glad she left them in. Nothing says "all is good in the world" like exclamation marks, after all.

Is he all scarred now? Magic gets rid of most physical scars, but I like to think I scarred him emotionally.

The workshop door opened and Skulduggery emerged. "Ryan," he said, "stop leaning on my car.

Here she is,” her mum said, cooing at the baby, “my special girl.” “Oh, cheers,” Valkyrie said, rolling her eyes.

They say sarcasm is the lowest form of wit," Valkyrie said. China glanced at her. "They've obviously never met me.