"Actually," Skulduggery cut in, "I don't think he sings."
"I have been practicing." The wax figure of Phil Lynott hummed a few bars of what sounded like several songs combined, and then tilted its head in a short nod. "I am the doorman. The Grand Mage has been notified of your arrival."
"What happened?" Skulduggery asked it. "Did you see who attacked?"
"I'm afraid not. I was dispatched immediately. But I heard someone say vampires when I was being reactivated."
Skulduggery quietly cursed under a breath he released specifically for that purpose. A pack of vampires attacking the Sanctuary. Did he ever have fantasies of a break, during the few times over in the other dimension that he imagined he might be rescued? How ridiculous they seemed now.
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"I have been practicing." The wax figure of Phil Lynott hummed a few bars of what sounded like several songs combined, and then tilted its head in a short nod. "I am the doorman. The Grand Mage has been notified of your arrival."
"What happened?" Skulduggery asked it. "Did you see who attacked?"
"I'm afraid not. I was dispatched immediately. But I heard someone say vampires when I was being reactivated."
Skulduggery quietly cursed under a breath he released specifically for that purpose. A pack of vampires attacking the Sanctuary. Did he ever have fantasies of a break, during the few times over in the other dimension that he imagined he might be rescued? How ridiculous they seemed now.