Nighteye

“- I have an idea, skullduggery said.
- A strategy? Valkyrie asked.
- More of a tactic.
- What's the difference?
- A strategy is a plan. Tactic are the maneuvers you employ to achive a plan.
- He can hear us, through.
- That doesn't matter, skullduggery said. This tactic is so simple is doesn't matter if he knows it is coming.
- This should be interesting, said Lethe.
- We rush him. Skullduggery said.
Valkyrie frowned, that's is?
- It is.
- We run at him. That's the manoeuvre were employing? Running?
- And when we get to him, we start hitting him, skullduggery said. That is the beauty of the whole thing. It ends with us hitting him. In the face.
- I do like that part, Valkyrie admitted. But the rest sounds a bit iffy.
- He'll never expect it.
- I'm expecting it right now. Lethe said
- He is lying, skullduggery whispered
Valkyrie though for s moment and shuttered. OK, let's do it.
[...]
- I can't believe it worked.
- That is the genius of simplicity”
― Derek Landy, Resurrection

“It occurred to him that a spell to make one’s enemies into idiots via the power of breasts might be immensely helpful. Then again, it might not be a spell. It might have only been the breasts.”
― Caitlin Rozakis, Dreadful

“Look, I'm sure you're a very nice girl and everything, but I really need to murder you now. Can you be so kind of drinking this wine, it will be a relatively quick and painless death."
"Oh, well if you out it like that." She said sarcastically.”
― Adrian Tchaikovsky, One Day All This Will Be Yours

“He was entering the kingdom of the ice maiden. Those splinterings were the notice of her mirror's smashing: those murmurs like sealing ice were the resonance of draperies drifting over floors of snow. The clink and hush of the wind was an echo of some music played for her. And there! That sheer light platinum note - oh that was the maidens laughter. Something had amused her tonight. Maybe it was the thought of one more lost outcast stumbling through her world, with death treading close behind." Tanith lee - the Heart of Ice.”
― Tanith Lee, Colder Greyer Stones