My dear Skulduggery Pleasant, main character of "Skulduggery Pleasant" by Derek Landy !
extract of the first book :
«Mr Pleasant, You’re a Skeleton»
«Ah, yes, back to the crux of the matter.
Yes, i am, as you say, a skeleton. I have been one for a few years now.»
«Am I going mad?»
«I hope not.»
«So you’re real? You actually exist?»
«You mean you’re not sure if you exist or not? »
«I’m fairly certain. I mean, I could be wrong.
I could be some ghastly hallucination, a figment of my imagination.»
«You might be a figment of your own imagination?»
«Stranger things have happened. And do, with alarming regularity.»
and the fifth book
Stop doing that,” she sighed.
“Stop doing what?” Skulduggery responded in that gloriously velvet voice of his.
“Stop smiling. The person we want to talk to lives in the only dark house on a bright street.
That’s not a good sign.”
“I didn’t realise I was smiling,” he said.
They stopped at the door, and Skulduggery made a concerted effort to shift his features.
His mouth twitched downwards. “Am I smiling now?”
“Excellent,” he said, and the smile immediately sprang back up.
Valkyrie handed him his hat. “Why don’t you get rid of the face ?
You’re not going to need it in here.”
“You’re the one telling me how much I should practise,” he said, but slid his gloved fingers
beneath his shirt collar anyway, tapping the symbols etched into his collarbones.
The face and hair retracted off his head, leaving him with a gleaming skull.
He put on his hat, cocked at a jaunty angle. “Better?” he asked.
“Good.” He knocked, and took out his gun. “If anyone asks, we’re scary carollers.”
Skulduggery is not mine ! he is Derek Landy's
Art by me