The Faceless Ones

Then I reckon we got ourselves a good old-fashioned standoff." ... Nobody moved, or said anything, for the next few moments. "Old-fashioned standoffs are mighty borin

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

I'm sorry, I don't know what any of you want, or why guns and knives are being waved around, or why the girl has just been taken hostage, but everyone seems to be acting like having a TALKING SKELETON in the room is perfectly normal. And you, where are your eyes? How can you see? How come the only people with eyes in this room are me and her?

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?

It’s fairly standard. Also, I’m fourteen. Also, your beard’s stupid.” “Isn’t this fun?” Skulduggery said brightly. “The three of us getting along so well.

You don't treat me like a child." He smiled. "Of course I do, but you seem to have this ridiculous notion that being treated like a child means to be treated with less respect than an adult.

tanith: have you called the police? fergus: they, uh, they said theyd call by this afternoon. tanith: tell them not to bother... im his doctor. beryl: what kind of doctor dresses in brown leather? tanith: the kind that looks good init

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.

Oh my god you're thicker than you look

Well, yeah, but she looks, like, twenty-two. And she acts like a four-year-old.

I don't show off. I merely demonstrate my abilities at opportune times.

He has a name." "Oh yeah. Skulduggery isn’t it?" Fletcher responded. "That’s an unusual one. Tell me were you born a skeleton or were your folks just disturbingly hopeful?

I’m sophisticated, charming, suave and debonair, Professor. But I have never claimed to be civilised.

Detective, have you ever considered the fact that violence is the recourse of the uncivilised man?” Skulduggery looked back. “I’m sophisticated, charming, suave and debonair, Professor. But I have never claimed to be civilised.

A man is only as effective as the effect he has on his surroundings,' Gordon was saying. 'And if a man is not effective, if his very being is as insubstantial as thought, then what is this man? Is he a man? Or is he merely the thought of a man?

I don't show off. I merely demonstrate my abilities at opportune times." - Skulduggery Pleasant

Mum," she called, "we're out of milk." "Damn lazy cows," her mother muttered.

Valkyrie dried her hands. "I'm not going to die anytime soon, Clarabelle." "I like your coat by the way." "Thanks." "It's a little small for you though." "Yeah." "Can I have it when you're dead?

I think I have some leftover pizza from when you were last here." "That was two weeks ago." "You think it's gone off?" "I think it's walked off.

A theory is the academic equivalent of a guess. - Gordon

Once again, events beyond her control had dragged her into the middle of things. China was not impressed.

You killed the teleporters." - Valkyrie "I did." - Paddy "You are Batu." "I am... Sorcerers would tell me their biggest secrets - do you know why? Because I'm a mere mortal. Because they're far too arrogant to think that a mortal could pose a threat to gods like them.

matter how sharp the corner they turned or how deep the pothole they plunged into, Ghastly and Tanith remained perfectly still. Fletcher, on the other hand, was being thrown about like an old shoe in a washing machine, and he did not appreciate it.

I, uh, I hit a tree." "Well, I'm sure it had it coming.

I don't show off. I merely demonstrate my abilities at opportune times

How... how do I die?" "In pain," he said. "Screaming... She said there was an enemy you had to fight. A creature of darkness. She said Skulduggery fought by your side for some of it, but... she sensed things more than she saw them, you know? She felt terror, and death, and futility. She felt the world on the edge of destruction, and she sensed evil. Unimaginable evil.

The world is a dangerous place. In order for people like you to live in relative safety, there need to be people like me.

Being around you puts my life in constant danger. I’ve fought monsters and vampires and I’ve almost died twice, and you think they’d choose to kill you over a tattoo?

This is Resolute Thread. The more pressure applied, the stronger it gets. It’s very rare. They say it was made from the stomach lining of an emperor dragon, over 2000 years ago.” “Was it?” “No, it’s just really strong thread.