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.

Valkyrie, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your friend is most likely dead.” “Of course he’s dead. He’s a skeleton.

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

That's beautiful,' Valkyrie said, looking at it. Isn't it? This necklace has cost two very fine men their lives. At times, I wear it in tribute to their sacrifice. Other times, I wear it because it goes with this skirt.

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

The Baron, unfortunately, turns it all the way up to eleven." "Seriously? Because, you know, that's one more evil

A living skeleton isn't enough for you, is it? What does it take to impress young people these days?