You‘d think that after numreous years, twelve books and every adventure imaginable, the Skulduggery Pleasant series wouldn‘t surprised you alltogether that much anymore. At least not enough to leave you breathless throughout an entire book.
Wrong.
EVERYTHING happens in this book. And yet the writing is so tight you could stretch it like a rubberband and it would twang right back in your face and give you a black eye.
Hats off, Mr. Landy.