I’m surprised he doesn’t send Christmas cards. I can see them now. Tasteful, embossed veilum cards, the best he can find. Little notes in perfect penmanship. Happy holidays. Hope everyone is well. I sliced up Neferian Serpine and scattered his remains in the Atlantic. Best wishes for the new year. Skulduggery.
—  Saracen Rue, about Skulduggery Pleasant, probably.