“I’m going to guess you probably don’t want to hear about the time he pushed my head through the neighbor’s fence.…” “Was… — Alexandra Bracken Copy Share Image
“Looks?” the skull said. “Who cares about that? It’s superficial. Outward appearance doesn’t interest me at all. Why do you think I… — Jonathan Stroud Copy Share Image
“Do you trust me?' the skull said. ... 'Yes,' I said. 'Sort of.' 'Then break the bloody glass.” — Jonathan Stroud Copy Share Image
All right. Tell me what I'm looking at." From the improvised Rolling Stones T-shirt bag tied to my sash, Bob the Skull… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“The door closed; almost imperceptably, the lift began to rise. 'Going up,' the skull said. 'Next floor: cutlery, condiments and underpants.” — Jonathan Stroud Copy Share Image
