"Nice shirt, Fletcher," said Sergeant Murt Hourihan. ""You looking for a job in a surf store?" - Eoin Colfer

“Who can fathom the workings of the criminal mind?” I said, trying to sound intelligent.

There seemed an unwritten agreement that the Thunder God should be left in peace, which was probably due to the very clearly written message painted on a whitewashed wall in what looked like lumpy congealed blood, which read: Leave me in peace and I probably won't kill you. No promise, mind. Probably is absolutely the best I can do.

Red held me at arm’s length, grinning. “Welcome to the family, Half Moon,” he said.