Quotes About Derek

I used to be so good at that kind of thing," Skulduggery said quietly. "Well, my morale is certainly boosted," Valkyrie informed him. "Really?" "god no. That was terrible

Is that it?" "No. That's a wall." "It could be disguised." "You're not very good at looking for things, are you?" "I'm good at looking for walls. Look, I found another one.

The only predraft talk I listen to is the coaches and the GMs.

A game manager - I wish people would call me that. That's a compliment.

Chloe? It's me. After a pause, he added, Derek, like I could mistake that deep rumble for anyone else, like I could mistake that little part of me that perked up like an eager puppy saying, It's him. Quick! Go see what he wants. God, how had I been so blind? It seemed so obvious now.

Where's Simon?...Is he okay? Why isn't he here? She glared at Derek. Where'd you leave him? Passed out in an alley. Derek frowned in thought. Not sure where, though...

Derek? Derek!-Chole Chole! what are you doing out here? i said we will check it out later. key word WE-Derek oh, yeah I decided to come out on my own. thats why i was calling your name repeatively- Chole

I must have been sound asleep if i missed all that shouting-Simon What shouting?-Derek you mean that Chole just told you she followed a ghost onto a roof, and you didnt blast her all the way to Canada?-Simon He's a little off this morning-Chole More than a little i'll say.-Simon

A soft poke at my shoulder blade startled me. Still jumpy, I see. I spun to see Simon, Derek hanging back behind him. Simon grinned, the sight as familiar as Derek's scowl. Got my note, I hear, he said. I pulled it out and waved it. He plucked it from my fingers and tucked it into my jacket pocket.

The Allman Brothers Band has a long, storied history and I wouldn't count them out. It's just not in the cards for me.

I liked him because, during my years as a journalist, i had discovered that a peck of delinquency is sometimes more worthy than a pitcher of piety.

Well, to put it delicately, she has the power to suck out people's brains.

Oh, China. How I have missed you.' 'And I have missed you, Eliza. But don't worry, next time my aim will be better.

Are you taking my hat hostage?

Is that it?" "No. That's a wall." "It could be disguised." "You're not very good at looking for things, are you?" "I'm good at looking for walls. Look, I found another one.

I would love to have a battle of wits with you, Bison, but I doubt it would be a fair fight.' 'Shut your face.' 'Exactly my point.

Have you killed anyone?" she asked quickly. "What? Did you miss what I said, about turning murder into an art form?" "But you haven't actually killed anyone yet, have you? I read your file." He glowered. "Technically, yeah, all right, maybe I haven't

I am a rational man, but haven't you heard? i'm also insane. It gives me a unique perspective on things.

The workshop door opened and Skulduggery emerged. "Ryan," he said, "stop leaning on my car.

You're still upset about that time I made you explode, aren't you? I can tell.

Please don't arrest me." "Listen to me, I'm not going to arrest you, ok? I'm not a cop." "Are you sure?" "Am I sure I'm not a cop? yes, I'm sure." "You could be undercover.

The one in the glasses looks cute." "He's a tool." "But not that cute," Sally said quickly. "In fact, if you had let me finish before interrupting, you would have heard me say he looks cute, but, on closer inspection, he's obviously a tool.

The great Skeleton Detective, in the flesh – figuratively speakin', of course.

Do not do that!" it said. "I have a delicate heart!" "That it keeps in a jar on its desk," Clarabelle whispered loudly.