I cannot have chaos erupting around me until I am prepared for it. I am a collector. I am an observer. I don't participate. My resources, and my standing, must be secure before I can allow the uncertainty of war to crash down upon us.

And then the Necromancers pulled out their sub-atomic machine guns.

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

What?" she asked again. He pointed ahead of them. "See that?" "What, the snow?" "Beyond that." "More snow?" "Stop looking at the snow.

I'm fairly certain. I could be some ghastly hallucination, a figment of my own imagination

He does this on purpose," Stephanie's mother said as they sat in the car, seat belts on and ready to go. They watched him appear at the front door, shrug into his jacket, tuck in his shirt, go to step out, and then pause. "He looks like he's about to sneeze," Stephanie remarked.

Life isn't fair,' Skulduggery said. 'In my experience, death isn't so different.