“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.”

“We may need to focus here.' 'Right. Yes. OK. Turn around.' 'Are you going to throw something at me?''What? No, I'm getting out of bed.”

“What do we do now?”“Well, we escape. I’m not sure how yet, but—”“No,” said Valkyrie. “What do we do now? We’re partners. You’re my best friend. I love you. You were my… I looked up to you. What am I supposed to do now?”He turned away. “You need to find yourself a new hero.”

“So that plan worked out well.""Skulduggery, your entire plan consisted of, and I quote, "Let's get up close and then see what happens."'"All the same," he said, "I think the whole thing worked out rather beautifully.”

“The problem with living so long is that we get used to it. We watch the mortals age and wither and die around us, watch the world change and decay...but no matter the hardship or the pain or the sorrow we suffer, we choose to continue living. Out of sheer habit, I think.”

“I should go in alone," Valkyrie said, speaking loudly to be heard. "If we both go in, it'll look to official.""So I'll just stay out here?" Skulduggery asked. "But what'll I do? There's no one to talk to. It's boring.""You're standing on the roof of a train," Valkyrie pointed out. "If you find this boring, you really need your head examined. Just wait here. I'll do what has to be done and I'll be find out."Fine," he said, sounding grumpy. "Don't be long.”

“We don’t need a cure,” the other zombie said.“That’s right,” Scapegrace nodded.“We’re happy the way we are.”“Happy with the power,” Scapegrace clarified.“Very happy, just the two of us, and there’s nothing wrong with us either. It’s very natural in fact. Nothing to be ashamed of—”“Thrasher,” said Scapegrace, “shut up.”