Suddenly Saracen Rue looked old and tired, and Skulduggery Pleasant came into focus as what he really was โ a genius, a killer, a tortured soul, and the only true dead man among them.
Derek LandyDonโt kill me,โ he sobbed as he lay there. โOh God, please donโt kill me.โ โIf you had let me ๏ฌnish,โ Skulduggery said, slightly annoyed, โyou would have heard me say, โCome out, weโre not going to hurt youโ. Idiot.โ โHe probably wouldnโt have said idiot,โ Valkyrie told the sobbing man. โWeโre trying our best to be nice.โ The man blinked through his tears, and looked up. โYouโre... Youโre not going to kill me?โ โNo, weโre not,โ Valkyrie said gently, โso long as you wipe your nose right now.
Derek LandyFletcher appeared beside her. He peered at the baby. "Can it do any tricks yet?" "I'm still working on it. Want to hold her?" "God, no," Fletcher said laughing. "I'd drop it." "It's not an it, it's my baby sister. Go on, hold her. You won't make a mess of it, i swear. Only an idiot could drop a baby." "You always say I am an idiot." "But you're a special kind of idiot. Here." She passed Alice into his arms, and he stood there, rigid, a look of intense concentration on his face.
Derek Landy