You be sure to throw the book at him, you hear me? I feel violated, Detective. Violated." "I'll throw this table at you if you don't give us the names we're looking for.

I'm sorry? No more smooches is worse than the world ending?

I cross the place where my heart used to be and hope to be even deader than I am now.

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

Scapegrace leaped up. “I am the Killer Supreme! I make murder into an art form!” Skulduggery hit him again and Scapegrace did a little twirl before falling.

Tides do what tides do – they turn.

Her father sagged as relief spread through him. “I thought something awful was happening.” She frowned. “Something awful was happening. It could have got stuck in my hair.