Dublin City was quiet when they reached the Waxwork Museum, as if it was holding its breath.

Are you kidding? I jumped off a building -- of course I'm hurt.

This is your one chance. Tell me where the key is." "Okay." Serpine raised an eyebrow. "Really?" "No, only joking. Do your worst.

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

Do you think we’ll be waiting long?” Valkyrie asked, keeping her voice low. “The last time we were in this building, we accused the Grand Mage of being a traitor,” Skulduggery said. “Yes, I think we’ll be waiting long.

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

Clarabelle laughed like she'd just heard the funniest thing ever. "Of course you HOPE you won't die, Valkyrie! Who would HOPE to die? That's just SILLY! But you probably WILL die, that's what I'm saying. Don't you think so?