Sherlock Bones, at your service.

They slowed, and Skulduggery gripped both her arms and turned to her. ‘But you listen to me. If it goes wrong, if we lose the element of surprise, I want you to get out of here. No matter what happens to me, I want you to run, do you understand?’ Stephanie swallowed. ‘Yes.’ He hesitated. ‘Serpine used my wife and child as a weapon against me. In order to do so, he had to kill them. He took my family’s death and he made it about me. Valkyrie, when you die, it will be your death, and yours alone. Let it come to you on your own terms.’ She nodded. ‘Valkyrie Cain,” he said, ‘it has been an absolute pleasure knowing you.’ She looked back at him. ‘You too.’ If he’d had lips, she knew, he’d be smiling.

“Right, well, we’ve got to work out what we need. We’ve got to work out what we need, how we get it, and what we need to get to get what we need.” - Skulduggery Pleasant

“What is it?” Stephanie whispered. “That, my dear Valkyrie, is what we call a monster.” She looked at Skulduggery. “You don’t know what it is, do you?” “I told you what it is, it’s a horrible monster. Now shut up before it comes over here and eats us.”