Quotes from Rob Lloyd Jones

Prendergast's ribs spread open with a wet crack.

Dad, I'm in an airport with armed police. How much trouble can I cause?" Mum's fingers tightened around her book. "This is a terrible idea," she muttered.

It felt as if this was something we were meant to be doing, Pan and me together. It felt… right.

I must have looked like she did: cut and bruised, covered in sand and dust and rubble. But still we both grinned. "You just killed a giant monster snake," Pan said. "We did," I replied.

Pan stood on the bank, aiming one of the stun guns. She'd taken all four of the mercenaries out, in the dark, from twenty metres.

Jake," Mum snapped, "when people are firing at us, you don't have to tell me that they're firing at us.

That's North America," I said, recognizing the shape of the land mass. "And that's Britain there." "Britain? Jake, that's impossible." Pan swam closer. "The Ancient Egyptians didn't know about these places.

If you're alive, you bleed more. The Aztecs wanted them to bleed a lot. They wanted waterfalls of the stuff, gushing down the sides of -- - Dad

No one is shooting anyone," Pedro insisted. "We're all friends here." "Shut up, Pedro!" Pan yelled. "No one is friends with anyone here!

Don't mess with the Atlas family. - Jake

Prendergast's face appeared even whiter, his veins even blacker, like a living corpse. He kept twitching, shaking. His eyes shot around him as if he was surrounded by invisible, swooping demons.

The Principal. "Bloody hell," Clarissa said. "It's Queen Victoria.