Ghastly very nearly laughed at the memory, and he couldn't quite stop a small smile from leaking through. "When Solomon tried to tell me the Faceless Ones used to be a race of creatures serving the Ancients before devolving over the years into mortals, I knew something was wrong."
"In my defence," said Skulduggery, "that's exactly what these carvings look like they're depicting. Also in my defence, it makes more sense than the actual story."
Ghastly shook his head in mock disappointment. He'd had little to no interest in the world of magic as a young man, and still seemed to know more about it than Skulduggery, who'd leaped in with a childlike fervor to absorb all he could. Most sorcerers born into mortal families were like that, particularly in such a strict time period. And yet, Skulduggery didn't seem to care about history beyond what was immediately useful. It really hadn't surprised Ghastly that he didn't know the answers to Solomon's questions. It surprised Ghastly even less that rather than admitting the lack of knowledge, Skulduggery went ahead and lied through his teeth.
The next question, though, was surprising. It caught Ghastly completely off-guard.
"Um." The tailor pretended to think about it. "Neither? Couldn't I just be one of those flying monkey guides?"
Valkyrie burst out laughing, and Skulduggery shook his skull in very real disappointment. "Classics, Ghastly. Even I've seen this one. My roommate in that prison would have been offended. But does this make Corrival the Wizard, or Glinda the Good Witch?"
"The Good Witch," Valkyrie responded as soon as she could draw breath. "Ghastly can be the Wizard. Solomon, you're a tin man who's just gotten his heart back."
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"In my defence," said Skulduggery, "that's exactly what these carvings look like they're depicting. Also in my defence, it makes more sense than the actual story."
Ghastly shook his head in mock disappointment. He'd had little to no interest in the world of magic as a young man, and still seemed to know more about it than Skulduggery, who'd leaped in with a childlike fervor to absorb all he could. Most sorcerers born into mortal families were like that, particularly in such a strict time period. And yet, Skulduggery didn't seem to care about history beyond what was immediately useful. It really hadn't surprised Ghastly that he didn't know the answers to Solomon's questions. It surprised Ghastly even less that rather than admitting the lack of knowledge, Skulduggery went ahead and lied through his teeth.
The next question, though, was surprising. It caught Ghastly completely off-guard.
"Um." The tailor pretended to think about it. "Neither? Couldn't I just be one of those flying monkey guides?"
Valkyrie burst out laughing, and Skulduggery shook his skull in very real disappointment. "Classics, Ghastly. Even I've seen this one. My roommate in that prison would have been offended. But does this make Corrival the Wizard, or Glinda the Good Witch?"
"The Good Witch," Valkyrie responded as soon as she could draw breath. "Ghastly can be the Wizard. Solomon, you're a tin man who's just gotten his heart back."