Heaven, on occasion, half opens its arms to us; and that is the great moment.
It's a white-knuckle roller-coaster ride.
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.
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.
There's a clock on the wall. Press your hand against the face and turn it very slightly to the. Left. There'll be a click to tell you it's done. " "Sounds easy enough. " "Yes it does," said Sanguine. "Kiss for good luck?" "Maybe later," said Gracious. "How about a handshake?" Asked Donegan.
China is the same age as I am, and even I have to admit that she wears it better!" He laughed, then stopped and peered at her. "Because I'm a skeleton" he explained.
A living skeleton isn't enough for you, is it? What does it take to impress young people these days?
Like billowing clouds, Like the incessant gurgle of the brook The longing of the spirit can never be stilled.
Originally marriage meant the sale of a woman by one man to another; now most women sell themselves though they have no intention of delivering the goods listed in the bill of sale.
The sharp employ the sharp.
Our modern states are preparing for war without even knowing the future enemy.