People complain about George R. R. Martin killing their favourite character, but you haven’t felt true loss until you get through Skulduggery Pleasant. With GRRM you know it’s about sex and people dying. You’ve been warned. Repeatedly. You read the first 3 Skulduggery books and think: what a cute, funny children’s book. Bad things happen, but no-one important ever really dies. And then you read the next 3. And you think: oh, no, they can’t be really gone, can they? That can be fixed, right? Right?

And by the last set of 3, you’re not sure whether you’d rather your favourite died or not, but every death is still a sucker punch and makes you cry.

And I can’t help but admire Derek Landy’s brilliant writing despite (or maybe because of) that