Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep,even so I will endure…For already have I suffered full much,and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war.Let this be added to the tale of those.

Do you know which is the greatest epic till date?

This isn't the first time I've used this, and the test subject showed no signs of impaired cognitive ability.'Who was the test subject?' asked Aurora.'I test everything out on myself before taking it into the field.'She stared at him. 'You zapped your own brain?'And it didn't do me any harm apart from the dizziness and the vomiting spells and the weirdly persistent ringing in my ears. Also the blackouts and the mood swings and the creeping paranoia. Apart from that, zero side effects, if you don't count the numb fingertips. Which I don't.

Happiness is a prison, Evey. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all.

Oh, how scary and wonderful it is that words can change our lives simply by being next to each other.

Careful, mother, or you could end up dangling in another's webs.

You will not lift the veil of my body until you lift the veil over my face.

I'd say,' the Ranger answered after a few seconds' deliberation, 'that he'll be heading south now that he has the chance. Back into Araluen.'How do you know that?' Horace asked. He was always impressed at the two Rangers' ability to read a situation and come up with the correct answer to a problem. Sometimes, he thought, they almost seemed to have divine guidance.'I'm guessing,' Halt told him.

The door handle turned. Someone knocked, and a man's voice called, 'Uh, hello?'Valkyrie looked at Skulduggery, looked back at the others, looked at Skulduggery again.'Hello,' Skulduggery said, speaking loudly to be heard over the alarm. 'Hi,' said the man. 'The door's locked.'Is it?'Yes.'That's funny' said Skulduggery. 'Hold on a moment.' He reached out, jiggled the handle a few times, then stepped back. 'Yes, it's locked. You wouldn't happen to have the key, would you?'There was a delay in response from the other side. 'I'm sorry,' the man called, 'Who am I speaking.

Lost race?” The Prince studied Orayna, trying to see something inhuman in her. “Why have I never heard of these ‘Rathiuel’?” “Because,” Azaroth rapped his knuckles on the Prince’s skull, “you do not care to read.