You're not stealing anything, you're not breaking anything, so I'd guess you're Stephanie.

The rain battered the cottage. Valkyrie risked a look up at Skulduggery. “What is it?” she whispered. “It’s a box,” he whispered back. “What kind of box?” “A wooden one.” She gave him a look.

I try not to underestimate my opponents, no matter how ridiculous their beards.

I love you all, even those I don’t particularly like. That’s you, Beryl.

The end is now the beginning.

Valkyrie walked to the back door, which hadn't been closed properly, shut it and locked it. There was now a baby in the house, after all. She couldn't take the chance that a wild animal might wander in and make off with Alice, like those dingoes in Australia. She was probably being unfair to both dingoes and Australia, but she couldn't risk it. Locked doors kept the dingoes out, and that's all there was to it, even if she didn't know what a dingo actually was. She took out her phone, searched the Internet, found a picture of a baby dingo and now she really wanted a baby dingo for a pet.

You have an amazing ability to depress me sometimes, you know that?" "I try my best.