Derek Landy

Meet Skulduggery Pleasant: detective, sorcerer, warrior. Oh yes. And dead.

Death Bringer (Skulduggery Pleasant, Book 6)

I don't really think you murdered anyone. Unless you did, in which case I reserve the right to say that I knew it all along.

Inspector Me leaned forward. "Did you kill him?" 

Kenny recoiled, horrified. "How would that be OK?"

Wreath smiled. "You could never offend me."

"You mentioned something about it being a war criminal." 

"Who knows what darkness lurks in the hearts of men?"

"I could walk from a very young age, you know. I was a very advanced child." 

"Plans are like buses," he said. "Sometimes they just don't turn up when you need one."

 “I have that effect," Skulduggery responded.

“They look like us. They dress like us. But theyre not like us They're different."

“You," Finbar said, "are sounding very racist right now."

“I never claimed otherwise. Your reflection is still naked, by the way." 

Valkyrie shrieked, shoved him back and slammed her bedroom door closed.