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

Suddenly Saracen Rue looked old and tired, and Skulduggery Pleasant came into focus as what he really was – a genius, a killer, a tortured soul, and the only true dead man among them.

Wait, do they even know I'm coming with you?" "No. But they like surprises. Almost always.

That's a shame. I'm sure somebody, somewhere, cares.

Only a heathen would bring a gun to a sword fight.' And only a moron would bring a sword to a gunfight.

If anyone stops us, as long as we mumble something pretentious about the glory of death, we should be fine.

mostly we've had to found ways to amuse ourselves." "Really?" Valkyrie asked. "Like what?" Plight's smile faded. "Like human sacrifice." He grabbed one arm and Lenka grabbed the other and Valkyrie cried out. Then they both let go. laughing. "Naw," Plight said, we just play board games." ..."she fell for it!" gasped Lenka. "She fell for the human sacrifice bit!