Quotes About Mystery

Stairs," Valkyrie said, disappointed. "Not just ordinary stairs," Skulduggery told her as he led the way down. "Magic stairs." "Really?" "Oh, yes." She followed him into the darkness. "How are they magic?" "They just are." "In what way?" "In a magicky way." She glared at the back of his head. "They aren't magic at all, are they?" "Not really.

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.

They might be kittens," she said hopefully. "They're stalking us." "They might be shy." "I don't think it's kittens, Valkyrie." "Puppies, then?

I woke up, a bag of bones. Literally. They had gathered up my bones and put them in a bag and thrown the bag into a river.

Guild doesn't like me." "That's true." "He doesn't like you, ether." "That is mystifying.

And what about magic?" "What about it?" "Will you teach me?" "You don't even know if you're capable of doing magic." "How do I find out? Is there a test or something?" "Yes, we cut off your head. If it grows back, you can do magic.

He does this on purpose," Stephanie's mother said as they sat in the car, seat belts on and ready to go. They watched him appear at the front door, shrug into his jacket, tuck in his shirt, go to step out, and then pause. "He looks like he's about to sneeze," Stephanie remarked.

You've been reading Gordan's book again, haven't you?" "It's a white-knuckle roller-coaster ride," she mumbled.

I'm sorry, I'm still stuck on you losing your head." "I didn't lose it. It was stolen.

While my insides may be rotten, I still like a good reason to kill someone. It has to be either business, personal, or out of sheer boredom.

And what, if you don't mind me asking, is really important?" Valkyrie holds her hand palm upwards, and it starts to glow from within. She smiles at him. "Magic," she says.

strike from the shadows, disapear into darkness

What does he look like?" Valkyrie asked. "Black hair, pretty pale. Ugly scar on his face. Looks like a vamp." "You should get back inside," Skulduggery said. "Lock the doors." "You got it, Kemo sabe. I'll keep my crucifix close." "Vampires aren't scared of a crucifix, Finbar." "I don't plan to wave it at him, I plan to hit him with it. It's really heavy. I figure I can do some considerable damage to his head." He Stepped back and closed the door.

Skulduggery walked over slowly. He had picked up his severed arm and was now holding it out to her. "Here," he said. "Let me give you a hand.

If you hear any screaming, that'll be me. – Skulduggery

Weren't expecting this, were you, Mr. Detective? Probably thought, once a mountain fell on her, you'd seen the last of our sister, eh?" "To be honest," Skulduggery said, "yes.

Every solution to every problem is simple. It's the distance between the two where the mystery lies.

After Skulduggery kills Valkyrie* Skulduggery: This has been a good day so far, all things considered, I have the location of the Grotesquey and I got to kill Valkyrie, which admittedly is something I've been wanting to do since I met her, she can be incredibly annoying Scapegrace: Um Skulduggery: She hardly ever shut up, I pretended to be the friends with her, but honestly, I just felt sorry for the poor girl. Not the brightest you know. Valkyrie: You're such a goon.

Hmmm... that's interesting." "What?" "There seems to be a gentleman walking towards us with a shotgun.

Every solution to every problem is simple. It's the distance between the two wherein the mystery lies.

Valkyrie: Guild doesn't like me Skulduggery: That's true Valkyrie: He doesn't like you either Skulduggery: Now that is mystifying.

Skulduggery: I don't know what they are, but there are dozens of them, relatively small, moving as a pack Valkyrie: They might be kittens Skulduggery: They're stalking us Valkyrie: They might be shy Skulduggery: I don't think they're kittens Valkyrie: Puppies then?

Saracen Rue knows things." That's what Dexter Vex was told all those hundreds of years ago before they first met. He couldn't remember who had introduced them - Skulduggery? Ravel? Ghastly maybe - but when he'd been asked what magical discipline Saracen had chosen, he'd been assured that "Saracen Rue knows things." That was all.

Detective Harris smiled good-naturedly as he sat down. "Other Inspector?" "The one who just left." "Hmm? Who was that, then?" "Detective Inspector Me." "Detective Inspector You?" "No, Me. That's his... He said that's his name. You just passed him. He was with a girl on work experience and a boy with spiky hair." Harris blinked at him. "I didn't pass anyone, Mr Dunne, and I'm the only Detective Inspector on duty right now." Kenny stared at him. "Then... then who the hell was I just speaking to?