You need to find yourself a new hero." - Skulduggery Pleasant.

Well, for future reference, this is my serious face.

Tanith has a sword.' said Valkyrie. 'I want a stick.' 'I'll get you a stick for Christmas

Corrival looked around. 'So is this it? Is everyone here? Erskine, maybe you should start the ball rolling. I have places to go and things to do.' 'Me?' Ravel asked. 'Why do I have to start it? You're the most respected mage here. You start it, or Skulduggery.' Skulduggery shook his head. 'I can't start it. I don't like most of these people. I might start shooting.

People!" she screamed. "There are people here! New people!

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

We're not robbing him," Skulduggery said." But I'm afraid I have some bad news." "Is it Deacon?" Francine asked, her eyes wide. "It is." "Is he sick?" "It's a little worse than that." She gasped. "He's dying?" "He was briefly dying," said Skulduggery. "Now he's dead.