Dublin City was quiet when they reached the Waxwork Museum, as if it was holding its breath. — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
By the time they got to Denholm Street, day had been beaten back and the night was soaking through the city. — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
Stephanie could see the greed seep into the watery eyes of her father’s other brother, a horrible little man called Fergus, as he nodded… — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
“But if you can confront your inner demons—" "I did confront my inner demon. I punched him in the face and he exploded." Valkyrie… — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
“What does a clue look like?" Tanith whispered. Stephanie fought the giggle down and whispered back. "I'm looking for a footprint or something." "Have… — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
“He took her hand in his and knelt before her. Valkyrie looked at him. He was serious. (...)'Dude, I'm sixteen.' 'I love you.' 'That… — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
What?" she asked again. He pointed ahead of them. "See that?" "What, the snow?" "Beyond that." "More snow?" "Stop looking at the snow. — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
The Baron, unfortunately, turns it all the way up to eleven." "Seriously? Because, you know, that's one more evil — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
“Valkyrie walked over to her. Since she had met her, all she'd wanted to do was punch her face in. But that was when… — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
“I've always been a monster,' Scapegrace told her, 'but now, finally, my physical for reflects my inner darkness.' 'You smell terrible.' 'That's the smell… — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
The rain battered the cottage. Valkyrie risked a look up at Skulduggery. “What is it?” she whispered. “It’s a box,” he whispered back. “What… — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
There’s no such thing as winning or losing. There is won and there is lost, there is victory and defeat. There are absolutes. Everything… — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
