"Only because no one would be able to read it and have to make it all up on their own," Solomon pointed out, and wiggled his fingers. "I doubt my writing is nearly as legible when I can't see the page." He bit back the urge to ask the man not to call him that in public. Yes, he wouldn't mind it if more Necromancers started turning away from the Temple, but that didn't mean he was any kind of prophet.
As if he needed more responsibility, let alone being responsible for peoples' souls.
Solomon lowered his hand, feeling for Valkyrie's shoulder, and squeezed it lightly. "I need you to take me to Quiver. Tenebrae and Craven, unfortunately, are going to be likely side-effects, but at least taunting them will provide a good cover."
Kenspeckle had been right: the special water did help. Not enough to ease the headache entirely, with how much he'd drunk, but enough to take the edge off. Enough that he could actually start thinking things through and then wish he couldn't. True, he was safe now. At the same time, he was more in the spotlight than he'd ever expected to be.
Enough. For pure practical considerations, it was the right thing to do.
And, of course, there were other advantages. Advantages he didn't realise until Erskine raised the subject. The realisation spread across Solomon's face as a slow, wicked grin. "Actually, I think that should be me, Ravel. After all, I was something of a detective and-or an information-broker. I'm closer to being in Skulduggery's department. I think I should be his immediate superior."
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As if he needed more responsibility, let alone being responsible for peoples' souls.
Solomon lowered his hand, feeling for Valkyrie's shoulder, and squeezed it lightly. "I need you to take me to Quiver. Tenebrae and Craven, unfortunately, are going to be likely side-effects, but at least taunting them will provide a good cover."
Kenspeckle had been right: the special water did help. Not enough to ease the headache entirely, with how much he'd drunk, but enough to take the edge off. Enough that he could actually start thinking things through and then wish he couldn't. True, he was safe now. At the same time, he was more in the spotlight than he'd ever expected to be.
Enough. For pure practical considerations, it was the right thing to do.
And, of course, there were other advantages. Advantages he didn't realise until Erskine raised the subject. The realisation spread across Solomon's face as a slow, wicked grin. "Actually, I think that should be me, Ravel. After all, I was something of a detective and-or an information-broker. I'm closer to being in Skulduggery's department. I think I should be his immediate superior."