Derek Landy (born 23 October 1974) is an Irish author and screenwriter, best known for the Skulduggery Pleasant series of young adult's books.
Are you going to shoot me?' Vengeous sneered. 'I wouldn't be surprised. What would a thing like you know about honor? Only a heathen would bring a gun to a sword fight. ' And only a moron would bring a sword to a gunfight.
She turned to Skulduggery and held out her arms. “Come here, you. ” He tilted his head. “My hugs are for special occasions only. ” “Hug me. ” “I prefer the old tradition. ” “Hug. ” “Would a handshake do?” “Hug. ” “A pat on the back?” She stepped forward and wrapped her arms round him. “Hug,” she said. He sighed, and his hands settled on her shoulders. The others were warm and their embraces strong – with Skulduggery the hug was cold, and there were areas on his jacket that gave way beneath her fingers, and she could feel the emptiness within. She didn’t mind.
And then the Necromancers pulled out their sub-atomic machine guns.
You said I was your number-one pick. " "And you are. In our hearts. Alphabetically, though, Dusk comes before you.
You're bored, aren't you. ' 'I need constant distraction. Shall we go?' 'Uh, aren't you supposed to delegate responsibility or something? If you're not here, who's in charge?' Skulduggery looked around and pointed to a sorcerer at the far side of the cemetery. 'He is. ' 'Who is he?' 'Don't know. He looks like leadership material, though, doesn't he?' 'Does he?' 'He's wearing a hat. ' 'And that means he's a leader?' 'Leaders wear hats. It's to keep the rain off while we make important decisions. He'll do fine. ' 'Shouldn't you tell him that he's in charge?' 'And spoil the surprise?
I'm fairly certain. I could be some ghastly hallucination, a figment of my own imagination
I'm placing you under arrest for murder, conspiracy to commit murder and, I don't know, possibly littering.
They might be kittens," she said hopefully. "They're stalking us. " "They might be shy. " "I don't think it's kittens, Valkyrie. " "Puppies, then?
Tides do what tides do–they turn.
Is he all scarred now? Magic gets rid of most physical scars, but I like to think I scarred him emotionally.
If anyone stops us, as long as we mumble something pretentious about the glory of death, we should be fine.
You accused me of murder. Do you make a habit of bringing schoolgirls into an interview room with murder suspects?' He waved his hand. 'Oh, I was only joking about that. I don't really think you murdered someone. Unless you did, in which case I reserve the right to say I knew it all along.
It's a white-knuckle roller-coaster ride.
What?" she asked again. He pointed ahead of them. "See that?" "What, the snow?" "Beyond that. " "More snow?" "Stop looking at the snow.
The workshop door opened and Skulduggery emerged. "Ryan," he said, "stop leaning on my car.
He'd once known a man who said that life hinged on the moment, that everything changed in the blink of an eye. Tesseract knew the truth of that as well as anybody. It was in those moments that he struck, after all, snatching people's lives away. He'd always known that it was only a matter of time before one of those moment's worked against him.
I used to be so good at that kind of thing," Skulduggery said quietly. "Well, my morale is certainly boosted," Valkyrie informed him. "Really?" "god no. That was terrible
We didn't die,' she said. Of course not. I'm too clever to die, and you're too pretty. ' I am pretty,' Valkryie said, managing a grin.
Valkyrie: “You are such a moron. ” Skulduggery: “Don't be jealous of my genius.
She wants to be polite and not hurt your feelings, so she's not going to laugh right now. But inside, inside she's laughing.