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“Courage, dear heart.”
― The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
― The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
“She started reading. She didn’t mean to spend long at it, but soon she was devouring every word, oblivious to the creaking old home and the rain outside.”
― Skulduggery Pleasant
― Skulduggery Pleasant
“There’s no such thing as winning or losing. There is won and there is lost, there is victory and defeat. There are absolutes. Everything in between is still left to fight for. Serpine will have won only when there is no one left to stand against him. Until then, there is only the struggle, because tides do what tides do–they turn.”
― Skulduggery Pleasant
― Skulduggery Pleasant
“The first time, he had wondered why she liked books so much, and if it had anything to do with why he liked spaceships. Because they could take you somewhere far, far away from here.”
― Stars Above
― Stars Above
“She turned to Skulduggery and held out her arms. “Come here, you.”
He tilted his head. “My hugs are for special occasions only.”
“Hug me.”
“I prefer the old tradition.”
“Hug.”
“Would a handshake do?”
“Hug.”
“A pat on the back?”
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms round him. “Hug,” she said.
He sighed, and his hands settled on her shoulders. The others were warm and their embraces strong – with Skulduggery the hug was cold, and there were areas on his jacket that gave way beneath her fingers, and she could feel the emptiness within. She didn’t mind.”
― Last Stand of Dead Men
He tilted his head. “My hugs are for special occasions only.”
“Hug me.”
“I prefer the old tradition.”
“Hug.”
“Would a handshake do?”
“Hug.”
“A pat on the back?”
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms round him. “Hug,” she said.
He sighed, and his hands settled on her shoulders. The others were warm and their embraces strong – with Skulduggery the hug was cold, and there were areas on his jacket that gave way beneath her fingers, and she could feel the emptiness within. She didn’t mind.”
― Last Stand of Dead Men
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