Quote by Jonathan Stroud

“I confess that I covet your skull.”

— Arthur Conan Doyle

“I'm banged up and bloody and someone seems to be hammering on my left temple from inside my skull.”

— Suzanne Collins

“She swallowed it. So bitter. "Vile," she said. "Vile." "I know, but it helps. Trust me. I know." "Trust you," she said. "Hah." "Clearly…

— Loretta Chase

“How are we going to break through the glass?” Remy asked. Between us, Zane pulled out his lighter and lit a cigarette. “We could…

— Jill Myles

“Eyes can pierce a skull.”

— Barbara Kingsolver

“Laurence reached up to wipe the grime from his face, and finding his hand come away red with gore felt back to where his…

— Blood of Tyrants Naomi Novik

“Yes.’ He drank it all down and then casually threw the glass at the fireplace. I stared at the fragments. ‘You don’t mind, do…

— Anne Rice

“He had a skull and crossbones label on him, but I drank his poison nevertheless and loved it; now I needed an antidote.”

— Genna Rulon

“For the first time she could see a man's head naked of its skull. Saw the cunning thoughts race in and out through the…

— Zora Neale Hurston

“Hell's bells, Morty," I said. "Next you'll be telling me that I didn't even meet his shade. That I deluded myself into deluding myself…

— Jim Butcher

“My ears are bleeding. I have a nasty headache. I'm trapped in a room with a murderous faery and I blame you." "That's fair.”

— Elizabeth May

“He swore sharply, David Jones’s still-so-familiar voice coming out of that stranger’s body. “Do you have any idea how unbelievably hard it’s been to…

— Suzanne Brockmann